We all lurve gadgets and most of us have a selection of redundant kit from various generations sitting gathering dust, while we proudly sport the latest model. There is no doubt, however, that the latest kit is totally awesome and Nick’s Garmin Forerunner 305-8RR II is a case in point here.
Not only does it read your heart-rate, but it has a satellite dish that enables it to work out your global position, your speed, the distance you’ve run, the calories you’ve used (how does it do that?), your body weight, the amount of urine you pass en route, a sweat meter… in fact it’s so fully loaded that it will even find its own way to your computer to download files. Just awesome!
Unless, of course, you forget to charge the battery, in which case it’s pretty er, useless. Though why not lugging this fairly heavy wrist-weight around should make Nick run slower, I can’t profess to understand.
But there you have it.
My Gore-tex jacket made its first outing this morning and whilst it was only drizzling, saturation would have occurred quickly without it. The going underfoot was slidey in places, making it challenging & fun, but the mud was not yet deep enough to grab your shoes. The long grass en-route had reached 100% humidity though so it felt a little like running through a puddle… in socks.
Overall I calculate, long-hand and without the benefit of space-race technology, that we ran six and a half miles in exactly one hour… making a speed of, er… 6.5mph. I’m no heavier than I was, but Nick did stop for a five-minute pee and the toast consumed has not filled my stomach so I clearly used… more calories than however many are in that.
Strangely, although we were both running more slowly than normal, it was far faster than I wanted to run… in short, sitting here a couple of hours later, I am knackered.
Don’t tell Nick though!
