I’m all about the numbers: time, distance, pace, heart rate, weight, etc. That’s why I fell in love with my Garmin watch. It’s also why I hop on my scale daily (even before sipping my coffee). And I’ve been known to run past my house for as long as I need to just to round out the mileage — as if 11 miles is any different from 10.97 miles. I’m obsessed.
Once again, I found myself straddling a spin cycle, struggling to get the fit right, and feeling a little déjà vu. After taking a stab at the settings, noting it just didn’t feel right, I sucked up my pride and called the instructor over for some help. A little embarrassed, I tell the ladies around me that I am a runner trying to spin. But this kind man corrects me and says, “No, Julie; You are a cyclist.”
To appease the number-hungry side of me I found comfort in bringing my Garmin along with me. Well, I tried to find comfort. Unfortunately, I couldn’t figure out how to get the machinery to talk with my watch and, therefore, had to alternate which one held my focus. It doesn’t seem like a big deal but it is. When changing up sports, 110% of my focus is needed for the activity itself. The numbers should really wait ’till the end. Right?
Well, according to this instructor, my approach isn’t the best. He gives his directions in numbers. Specifically, he serves up his workout with a plentiful helping of hills, target HR percentages, and a brilliant mix of music. Oh, he also flashes you a beautiful smile if you need it — which, let’s face it, I DO.