This was a cut back week, as I raced a tune-up half marathon. It was also a week of fail, as first my beloved fairly new Garmin 920 (yes, that one) and then my back-up Garmin 910 decided to crash. Followed by the news that my much-loved car had finally reached the point where maintenance/repairs exceeded the value of the car. All within the space of 36 hours.
My back-up Garmin failed during the first rep of my track workout, raising the runner's ultimate existential question - did a workout actually happen if it wasn't documented? Fortunately for those who hang upon every detail of my track workouts, my coach was calling out the splits, so I just remembered what those were, and used google maps to guess the distance of my cooldown.
[*obvious question: why is someone who normally runs with her watch face blanked so dependant on her Garmin? Many reasons. I like to have the information for after the fact, especially for racing, so I can prove that I ran the full course if the timing mats miss me (which has happened). I like to use the heart-rate limit to keep a ceiling on my easy runs. I like to have a good idea of how far I've run. And I like covering the tan line on my wrist.
[Plus, once you've swum with a Garmin counting your laps, you'll never go back. Especially if you never were a real swimmer. Digression finis.]
By Friday, Garmin had shipped me a free replacement 920, which I christened in Saturday's race (worked beautifully). The car was a bit harder and more costly to replace. I ended up visiting three different dealerships to test drive four different cars, all of which were similar - "pre-owned" Mercedes GLK350s dating between 2011 and 2013. I finally settled on this beauty. It matches both my Garmin and my Takumi Sen racing flats. So that's nice.
Two more weeks hard training, and then I start tapering.