I was in Kansas City for the weekend, and I needed to get a six mile run in.
But I didn't want to run. I wanted to chill with my cute nephew. I wanted to hang out with my family. But mainly, I just didn't want to run. :)
But I skipped last week's long run and didn't think it would be wise to skip two long runs in a row...especially because it is the two weeks before the Official Grandma's Marathon Training kickoff.
So I made a bargain with myself. I would head out for a run, and just do a quick three. Three is better than zero, right??
So I laced up the shoes and headed out.
Sidenote: I don't really like running in the wind. I don't really like running in strange places without a "game plan" of the route I'm going to run. I don't like running in neighborhoods with cookie-cutter houses.
So I mentioned that I was in Kansas City. Guess where I ran? Windy, unfamiliar, surburbian Olathe.
GAH.
The first mile sucked. SUCKED. I was running uphill, into the wind, and into theThird Circle Of Hell heart of surburbia. I wanted so badly to turn around...but I convinced myself to run just a half a mile more before turning around.
Somewhere in this next half mile, I started to feel good. I started enjoying the run. I was enjoying the sun, the crisp air, being outside. I was in that happy place...the happy place that makes me love running so much.
So I made it to the 1.5 mile mark and was starting to turn around when I spotted it. Garmin Corporate Headquarters. THE TEMPLE OF ALL THINGS HOLY. Garmin, Praise Be Thy Name.
The Temple...of AWESOME
I wistfully looked at the beautiful curvy building in the distance, maybe a mile away, and turned around, ready to head back. I ran for .1 miles in the direction of "home," when all of a sudden...
I couldn't stop myself. It was like Carmen the Garmin was being drawn to the mothership.
I turned around and started heading for Garmin.
I ran until I reached the building, touched the door, and headed back "home."
Six miles in the bank.
The best part? My average pace for this six-miler was faster than anything I've run this winter.
It's almost like I went to the temple and was Healed By The Power Of The Almighty Garmin.
Okay, so this wasn't taken on my run. My brother works at Garmin and we took a quick spin through the offices the next day. I thought I should say a prayer of thanks to The Almighty.
Pace: 10:00
Distance: 6.0 miles
Average HR: 166
But I didn't want to run. I wanted to chill with my cute nephew. I wanted to hang out with my family. But mainly, I just didn't want to run. :)
But I skipped last week's long run and didn't think it would be wise to skip two long runs in a row...especially because it is the two weeks before the Official Grandma's Marathon Training kickoff.
So I made a bargain with myself. I would head out for a run, and just do a quick three. Three is better than zero, right??
So I laced up the shoes and headed out.
Sidenote: I don't really like running in the wind. I don't really like running in strange places without a "game plan" of the route I'm going to run. I don't like running in neighborhoods with cookie-cutter houses.
So I mentioned that I was in Kansas City. Guess where I ran? Windy, unfamiliar, surburbian Olathe.
GAH.
The first mile sucked. SUCKED. I was running uphill, into the wind, and into the
Somewhere in this next half mile, I started to feel good. I started enjoying the run. I was enjoying the sun, the crisp air, being outside. I was in that happy place...the happy place that makes me love running so much.
So I made it to the 1.5 mile mark and was starting to turn around when I spotted it. Garmin Corporate Headquarters. THE TEMPLE OF ALL THINGS HOLY. Garmin, Praise Be Thy Name.
The Temple...of AWESOME
I wistfully looked at the beautiful curvy building in the distance, maybe a mile away, and turned around, ready to head back. I ran for .1 miles in the direction of "home," when all of a sudden...
I couldn't stop myself. It was like Carmen the Garmin was being drawn to the mothership.
I turned around and started heading for Garmin.
I ran until I reached the building, touched the door, and headed back "home."
Six miles in the bank.
The best part? My average pace for this six-miler was faster than anything I've run this winter.
It's almost like I went to the temple and was Healed By The Power Of The Almighty Garmin.
Okay, so this wasn't taken on my run. My brother works at Garmin and we took a quick spin through the offices the next day. I thought I should say a prayer of thanks to The Almighty.
Pace: 10:00
Distance: 6.0 miles
Average HR: 166
Labels: Running
13 Comments:
Hilarious! We all need to pay our respects; glad you got to do it for us!
Haha. That is funny. We get motivation from strange places, eh?
Hahaha, yes! Garmin! (PBTN)
I love the pic of you at the Altar O'Garmin (PBTN)...so awesome! But I think this cracked me up the most: "It was like Carmen the Garmin was being drawn to the mothership" LOL
HAHAHA! So funny. I agree... Praise to the Garmin!
p.b.t.n.
Thank you.
LOL that is hilarious! way to get your 6 miles in too :)
oh i wish i had been there to bow to all things garmin....jorge would have loved to come home to the mothership as well...
lol love it!!! oh where would we all be without the almighty Garmin! nice job on getting 6 miles in :)
LOL! Glad you got a chance to pay your respects at the temple of God Garmin.
Good job! I love that your brother works for Garmin. SO JEALOUS.
dude - my future in-laws live in olathe. i refuse to run outside out there for fear of egetting hit by a semi on the back country roads, or lost in the subdivisions.
so i scoped out the local YMCA, and make an appearence.
funny thing - i never heard of olathe before dating the Man, and nowI can't get away from it.
Oh, speaking of - any chance you'll be out there running the Olathe 1/2 marathon next month? we'll be out there for our engagement party, kicked of by the race in the morning.
holy crap - did you see all those mispelling in that last comment?
hard to believe i am edumacated.
Your brother works at Garmin? Are you looking for any additional adopted siblings?
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