Today is my birthday. I am not quite a fool :o) We were supposed to be racing on the Isle of Wight but bailed when we saw the forecast of wall-to-wall rain. Normally, this wouldn't have put us off, but we go on the ferry as foot passengers, cycle half an hour to get to the race venue once docked, run eight miles across exposed cliffs, cycle back to the boat, sail back to Lymington and drive home. All in all it would have been a cold, wet and generally unpleasant experience, so we abandoned it and went out to lunch instead. Far more civilised. We'll run tomorrow instead.
M has spoiled me: a new Garmin 235, which tracks heart rate (lowest resting so far is 54) as well as a host of other useful stats, which it then uploads automatically via bluetooth onto my phone. I am going data mad :o) It's an upgrade on my old Garmin and receives emails and texts as well as telling you how far you've run/ walked/ cycled and at what pace. It also shouts at you to MOVE! if it thinks you've been idle too long. We've laughed about this capacity of it before- I got M the same model for his birthday last year and half an hour after he's run 18 miles it will shout at him to MOVE! again. Magic :o)
The dogs got me Mr Men and Little Miss capri running leggings, and L a delicious box of Ferrero Rochers. Yum. Spoilt, I am.
Hope all are well,
CT (one year older) :o)