My trusty Garmin 305 has died. It had a good life and helped me through many races and tough workouts.
He was first purchased right after I had signed up for the Disney Marathon last year. He was very helpful in all of the trail runs that we do as well as keeping my ass at a good pace. Garmin has been with me through the tough times as well as the good. Even though the heart rate monitor was passed on to another training partner - I'm sure that he led a good life as well. Possibly that is why the Garmin died - he missed his 'twin'. Hmm. But I know his 'twin' is living a good life in Cali right now. Since that training partner has moved on.
Garmin, you will have a large place in my heart since you where my first major purchase in my quest with triathlons.
Rip, Garmin. Please. A moment of silence.
Can't wait for my new one to come in!! :)
PS - IRON GIRL ATLANTA this weekend!! Whoohoo!! More on that later...
ALSO - please, take your stuff off of the beach at night. The sea turtles will not lay eggs if there is a freaking tent, chair, cooler, or blow up toy in the way. They will just turn around. :(