There is a fine line between passion and obsession. Sometimes the only difference is who is describing the behavior. My passion for exercise and fitness is hardly a secret. A day without pushing my body makes me feel lazy and crabby. Rich knows. He calls it obsession.
Second only to the activity itself is my compulsion to track it all. The notes on a small calendar have long since been replaced by a Garmin GPS watch and SportTracks on my PC. Through the wonders of technology I can see at a glance just how many miles I have run and cycled and the kilometers I have skied over the days, week, and years. It’s beautiful. I thought I had it all. Until my birthday.
Recognizing that I couldn’t track my lap swimming with my Garmin, Rich gave me a Moov Now device. The little red button slips into a flexible rubbery band and is totally waterproof. I failed to see how it could track my swimming, but gave it a try. I downloaded the app on my phone, paired it with my device and pressed “start” while still in the locker room. Doubt lingered. I barely felt the light band around my wrist as I swam back and forth, back and forth. Ok, for 2 miles in the pool.
After showering, I retrieved my phone and clicked End. When the data finished downloading from that red button, I took a gander. Wow. It knew everything. It knew exactly when I started swimming, what stroke I was swimming, how many laps I’d done (2 more than I thought), how long it took me for each flip turn, how much time I was actually stroking, and when I finished. It would have recorded rest time, if I’d had any. Averages were calculated for stats I couldn’t even recognize.
It was almost creepy. But not enough to stop me from studying the results. From the lap by lap graph, I could see how my flip turns took longer near the end – documenting that slight pause I knew I was taking as I tired. My Distance Per Stroke average was below the “ideal range” so it gave me two paragraphs of coaching advice for improving my efficiency. At its most basic level, it kept me honest if I lost track of my laps.
I had no idea technology had advanced so far. I’ve lived without all this data for years. I don’t really need it all, but still… It’s pretty cool. How can a techno geek resist? Now I wonder what it can do for my other activities…
But that wasn’t all. Removing more gift wrap revealed a pair of spur clips for my running shoes, with LED lights. I couldn’t even feel them when I ventured out in the dark on my next pre-dawn run. But Rich said he could see me all the way down our pitch black road. Hating my safety vest, I immediately took to these glowing wonders. And I sure got noticed on the Lakewalk.
I was impressed. These were real winners. So Rich confessed that he had help. Entering something like “gifts for runners” in Amazon’s search box brought up a wealth of options for the fitness obsessed. I guess I don’t really care what he calls it. This fitness geek loves her new toys.