The technology trouble runs...<br><br>
Ok so yesterday I ran with a Garmin for the first time. All the while wearing a HRM that read death. The battery is advertised to last 2 years; I am going on oh 4 months?<br><br>
So today I change batteries in the transmitter two or three times. I have collection of CR2032's since I seem to have technology trouble often. After trouble shooting by changing batteries a few times, one tends to end up with this kind of collection. The pile of batteries any of which may be good, many of which are certainly bad. In my case, either all the batteries are bad, or something else is wrong. Ok no HRM again. It's ok, I can deal with it. I'm in slacking transition anyway.<br><br>
So I turn on the Garmin, put it on the ground, and step away paying no attention to it. I have been instructed by a secret accomplice, that this is the correct method for satellite locating, and no other method is as good. A minute later it is happily displaying the message ... low battery. Perfect. I charged it fully on Friday. On Saturday I used it for 2 hours. Today it's low battery. Fine. I figure low battery means a couple of hours and I am only going for an hour.<br><br>
I also have my cool Nokia MP3 player cell phone which is equipped with a Bose headset. This is actually pretty cool in that I can listen to tunes and field phone calls, were anyone to call. Which would have been nice, had any of you been considerate enough call and ask about how my day was going. But fine, it's ok.<br><br>
I do not even get halfway through "In Memory of Elizabeth Reed" when the Garmin goes blank. So now apparently not only am I dead, but the Garmin is too. Ok fine. Yesterday I ran with a dead HRM, today I'll carry a Garmin carcass.<br><br>
The run goes fairly well and uneventful until the Nokia, which is in my running pants key pocket takes a dive. With the headset cable acting as a lifeline it falls to about my knee in the right pantleg. My first indication something is wrong is the feeling of something in my pantleg. I honestly thought first a dog or something was attacking from behind. This occurred just as I approached a cross street with a car approaching. I am stumbling along, looking down and behind me, and a car is in the cross street. To the woman in the car I appear to have a problem which could be a load in my pants. She politely does not kill me. I realize now it's the phone, stop, and start digging into my pants to retrieve it. Now I look a pervert with a load in my pants. I move enough that she progress and also fish out the phone and hold it up, dangling by its cable so she can see that I am not completely insane, a pervert, and in fact do not have a load in pants. It's too late, she will not even look in my direction by this time, and hastily turns tight and is gone. Ok fine, just as well. I think it was my son's girlfriend's mother.<br><br>
Eh, my run finishes ok. An hour. No idea how far. No idea on pace. Too many stops for non running issues. Maybe I'll go back running with just sneakers, and cotton.<br><br>
chears,<br>
craig
