Pacesetter

I show up for my new running group last night with no expectations. My friend Chris is very big into the DRC, and he convinced me to give them a shot. Because I was a bit scared, I wore my fancy schmancy running watch. We will just refer to it as the Garmin. It pretty much does everything but feed you breakfast.

Anyway, the pacesetter for my group wasn't there that day. I found out later she had injured herself playing kickball. Oh the perils of reliving our youth. They looked at our group of 10 people and asked if anyone had a Garmin. I raise my hand. The next thing you know, I'm being asked to set the pace for our group.

Your thinking, that's easy. Yes, that is easy, but have you met me? I spent three miles stressed out. Every other second I was looking down at the watch to make sure we weren't too above or below the mark. And, this is where I point out, I wasn't sure at all where we were going. I almost tripped 3 times.

The girls in my group kept asking me how long I've been running and how many marathons I've done. I loved responding, "I've been running since January, and I've never actually gone more then 9 miles. I just got the watch because I'm into gadgets."

Next Wednesday I'm bringing the watch, but I'm going to pass it off to someone else if I have to. I prefer to gossip and laugh while I run.