Recently, I read a blog post about a lost GPS, where the owner place the GPS on the roof of her car, forgot about it and then drove away. The GPS was lost. After reading the post, I made a mental note to myself to avoid doing the same.
This morning, while preparing for my 6 mile run at Craig Park (Greenwood, IN), I turned on my Forerunner 205 GPS and placed it on the hood of the Honda so it could sync with the orbiting satellites . Or course, I forgot about it. I didn’t realize this until I had driven about 5 miles and was near the park. I turned around and back tracked. At home, I walked on the neighborhood streets in search of the GPS.
Once I realized that the Forerunner was lost, I kicked myself in the ass for being so stupid. I was going to give up on the run and go back home to sulk.
Nikki gave me the Forerunner in the Spring of 2006 and I had become attached to it. The Forerunner was the perfect gadget for me, as I like to keep track of my pace, time and distance.
Instead of staying home to host my pity party, I drove back to the park to get my run in. During the drive, I looked intensely at every bit of debris in the road gutter that even resembled a watch. Maybe one day I’ll see it.
I used the iPod to keep track of the time I spent on the run. I ran for 60 minutes, so that should equate to about 6 miles at a 10 minute pace.
