You say: “A watched pot never boils.”
Runners say: “A watched Garmin never locates a satellite.”
This is also known as the worst part about my run: the anticipation of starting, staring at the Garmin, watching it coming ever closer to being found by the satellite only to have the bar drop back to the start.
And yet, without it, I now feel naked. How will I know if I ran 6.25 or 6.28 miles? I must have the satellites located before I can begin!!!
I wish I had some great spiritual thought to connect because this sounds like the beginning of a fantastic analogy, but really, it’s just a post about me being frequently annoyed by my Garmin. 🙂