|Look, I'm even running 3:22min/mile!!|
When the 405 went on spastic sale over at Amazon this week, I couldn't resist upgrading my archaic technology to a slightly less archaic technology for $139 (with the new 610 and other dead sexy watches out there, I can't exactly call the 405 "late-breaking").
|I requested the extra fast one, full of PR's...|
I'm conflicted over the forced death of my 305; we've been through a lot together over the years. We've had PR's together, and we've also broken-up a few times, after he told me that I was a bit heavy and slow. He may have also muttered something about my butt looking fat in a pair of jeans too. However, I've come to rely on him to get me through workouts, long runs, and especially races. He's replaced my fuzzy marathon math, and allowed me to have many successful running days. So today was the most perfect run for us.
I had a progression run on tap today, as I have FINALLY turned the corner with this dreadful pneumonia/bronchitis/broken lung syndrome from hell. My legs have felt spicy the last week from the reduced mileage, but my breathing has caused me to stay at a pedestrian pace. But today, the legs were allowed to come out and play.
As we progressed through the miles together, he kept giving me faster and faster splits. The legs were turning over well, and the smile on my face grew. The HR was behaving (well, mostly), and my lungs kept all nasty mucus to itself. I finished my run today and actually fist pumped. Outside, in front of my driveway. With people watching. Judge away. Thank you 305.
I'm looking forward to my new Garmin - he's sleeker, sexier, and my God I hope faster - than 305. Right now he holds so much hope and speed. We're going to start off slow though, as any relationship should. Tomorrow we'll ease in with a nice easy run, and see how it goes. We'll get to know each other, and I'm sure I'll have a few choice words as I figure out the damn bezel on that thing. And once we get comfortable with each other, we'll hit the track next week together. And there will be it's first test of speed. From there will go to long runs and eventually races together. I'm looking forward to long, yet speedy, relationship with 405.
305, thanks for the memories. You will be sorely missed, and forever remembered. Just like pegged pants, feathered bangs, slouch socks and acid washed jeans.
|Maybe I'll just wear them both. Fastest time wins!|