My watch has obviously been to charm school. It regularly tells me I’m Elite and that I’m improving my speed and aerobic fitness. Sometimes it tells me I’ve increased my resistance to fatigue. When I do runs that are longer than any it has spent with me, it gives me a trophy! It obviously likes me to watch my weight because when I do a session that burns more calories than any other, it gives me a trophy too. I smile and feel that warm glow of smugness and think Gosh, I LOVE my new watch. And watch and I feel that happy honeymooner-smitten-ness of a new relationship.
But at times my Polar is Bi-Polar and after giving me a compliment it goes and slaps me with an insult!
21% of sessions without any training benefit? Really? How rude!
What about the time out in my running shoes getting some vitamin D? What about the time spent with running buddies who recharge my batteries through their gift of friendship? What about all that psychological hippy stuff that’s good for my soul as well as my soles?
What about that Mr Bi-Polar???
I’ve heard of the concept of junk miles but I don’t understand them. Every km that I spend in running shoes is benefiting me in some way other than just my physical fitness. So poo poo to non-benefitting sessions. This is not where I’m at right now. Training for Marathon number seven is having its ups and downs due to the demands of work, wintry weather and unfortunately a touch of a head cold but I’m still out there doing it and mostly enjoying it too.
Here’s to all our time in running shoes, the runs with benefits, the runs for fun, the runs that hurt like mad and the runs that feel effortless. Here’s to running because we love it. Every run is doing me good regardless of what Mr Polar tells me.
Happy running 🙂