So I have this badass new Garmin 310x watch/supercomputer. And like many impressive pieces of technology, it's not working. I took my pet supercomputer with me on my tempo time-trial bike ride this morning. Granted, there was some pilot error to start -- I couldn't remember how to switch between a bike, run and swim workout. But there are so many damned settings to master that who could blame me? I settled for a regular "non-denominational" workout with speed, calories and a heart-rate chart monitoring my progress.
The ride itself was uneventful, save for the City of Los Angeles street sweeper truck cleaning the bike path and doing so in reverse while taking up both lanes. That's not good when you're rounding a corner and traveling more than 20 mph. Carbon brakes 4tw, as the kiddies say.
As has been the case lately, it took me about 20-25 minutes before I could work my heart-rate up into the zone 3 area (146-154 bpm). Once I got there, I stayed there for just over 35 minutes. My power is still slightly down but once the legs got loose I found my rhythm. Pedaling home through the morning rush-hour traffic was the usual harrowing experience. Now, I'm proceeding south on Sepulveda Boulevard, turning left on Magnolia Street and using Kester Avenue to get back on my home street just south of Ventura Boulevard. It's a little out of the way, but it beats being pancaked by a stressed out motorist.
Upon arriving home, I excitedly tried to upload the workout to my laptop and Training Peaks account. No such luck. The MyGarmin site didn't recognize my account name, which is strange since it worked last night. I got an internal server error, and that was that. Then, I was late to work, and frustrated. Yay technology!
Oh, and I didn't have that problem with my quaint little Polar 200. It worked, in all its simplicity.
Few things annoy me more than technology that promises big and under-delivers. Especially when it's as expensive as the Garmin supercomputer. I'll hope for more success tomorrow.
PS: I'm supposed to lift weights or do yoga tonight. But I can't. I'm going to a Clippers basketball game with my work teammates. (Is that considered self-torture, btw?) Instead of the second workout, I got a massage from our in-house massage therapist, Abby. After a long absence, she's back. Abby is a massage muse, a personal godsend for keeping my body in tip-top shape. I already feel refreshed and ready for the rest of the week. I think that counts as a second workout given the health benefit.
265 days and counting.