Iron Tiara: Ditch the Gadgets!
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How often do you find yourself staring down at your wrist during a run to monitor your speed or heart rate, completely unaware of your surroundings? Are you in the right zone, or do you need to pick up the pace, maybe slow it down a little? Do you live and die by the data that emanates from your watch, amidst its cold and calculating neon glow? Do those numbers at the end of a workout make or break your day? DOES DOING ALL THAT REALLY MAKE YOU HAPPY?
Over the course of the last few years, I have gained a sense of freedom and overall happiness breaking away from this technology crazed generation of triathletes. I generally don’t even wear a watch. ever. (Hm. Perhaps that’s why I am so dang late to just about everything, and I mean everything.) Am I in love with my iPhone though? H.E.L.L. Y.E.S! No shame here people. And I do run with it, as it blasts melodious tunes into my ear, covering up the sound of my horse-like clopping and heavy breathing. I live at 5,900 feet and there’s nothing quiet or graceful about my running gait. What can I say?
If my legs have it in me, this challenge is going to be *my version* of fun. If they don’t, then I adjust quickly to the idea of taking up residence in the pain cave and forge ahead. Swearing and crying. [READ: *MY VERSION* OF FUN] Either way, I rely on my body and my mind to tell me what to do. The same thing happens on the bike. I have a pretty little pink computer that tells me time and distance. There’s no cadence or power being measured. It’s just me and my wheels, rolling through miles and miles of the beautiful 303.
“stop to smell the roses” a bit too much and my 8 mile run turns into two hours of improving my Ansel Adams-like photography skills because I just have to admire the mountains, or that sunset. All kidding aside, I find it incredibly important to honor the beauty in which I am blessed to live. Being able to swim, bike and run in this gorgeous place makes me…happy.