I'm a firm believer that everything happens for a reason. Even the rubbish stuff. Although I'm struggling as to why my Dad ran over my cat when I was nine or why I lost chunks of my hair in the back of the hairdryer a couple of years ago...but generally, I believe my theory.
So maybe the reason why my Garmin broke was because I was getting too wrapped up in miles,pace, splits...yada yada. The slower I got the most distressed I was getting, which in turn made me dread going for a run.
Tonight I went out for an steady five miles round Balloch. No Garmin - although I could have used my Forerunner 50 - and no watch. I only had my perceived effort levels as a gauge. I was aiming for 7/10.
In the words of the great JK: "I really enjoyed my run tonight". Nice weather and no pressure.
I bumped into Jim Robertson (WHW-er), who was out with his Jog Scotland group. I ran with them for about 1/2 mile and we chatted about training and race day. Jim has completed the race about 10 times, so I felt a bit of a charlatan. Before the group were bored with our tales, I said my goodbyes and headed up though Balloch Park and down through Bonhill.
I finished feeling great and a bit more in love with running again.
Ps: Forgot to mention my other bad race experience in my "Tagged" post. Prestonpans half-marathon 2007. I have never experienced wind (as in the weather kind) like it. At one point as was limited to 12m/m.