I ran once this weekend - not twice.
But I did run naked. For nearly 3 miles.
And, I have to tell you that it wasn't as awkward as I thought.
Who wants a picture?
I'll give you a mental one - a wrist sans Garmin and ears without buds.
Did I have you fooled?
Mark and I went out for a slow run yesterday morning and as he leashed up Denali, I asked if I should put on the Garmin. It's only real purpose would be to track distance as I haven't been checking my pace recently. And seeing as Mark and I pretty much know how far our routes are, it wasn't really necessary. So we ran down the boulevard and around the park, avoiding the chunky snow and enjoying the weather.
Side note: There was lots of "chunky" snow, more than likely thrown from the street and what fell from the trees. It was a pain a bee's behind. Not only because made it near impossible for Mark and I to run side-by-side, but it posed ankle-twisting dangers. Especially for me. A preggo's ligaments and tendons are for more flexible, and I've found I twist my ankle far easier than in the past.
I didn't have to stop the Garmin to wait for traffic and I didn't look at it and question whether we were going too fast or too slow. It was refreshing and a reminder that running can be simply that running - not training or goal oriented or to beat someone (or yourself).
I'm not sure if I'll go every run sans Garmin - I'm too anal with my running log for that - but it was a nice change.
Do you like to run "naked"?
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