Waiting. Waiting for the Garmin.
Thinking it is God’s gift to Runners.
I get it after a week.
I sit there, with the box.
I open other mail.
I get some cookies.
I look at the box.
I name it Crash Davis.
Something that is old, but cool. Like me.
I feel it in the box, wanting to come out.
I take it out.
I try it on my arm. The coolness on my wrist.
I put it back in the box.
I am so excited.
Like having a baby.
What will it look like?
Will I be a better runner with it?
And, like all the advice you get before you have a baby,
It’s not the same as when YOU get the baby.
I TAKE IT OUT AND PLUG IT IN
I get more advice.
People call in,
and I remember when I tried to nurse my son.
Friends over at midnight showing me what to do.
I set the workout
I take it out for a spin
I can’t even read the damn thing.
I hear the beeps.
I’m running to Crash, not the other way around.
Like a baby.
Making demands on me that I do not understand.
And tonight I’m wondering.
If there is a place to send babies back.
Because this Garmin business.
It may not be for me. Yet.