The year of 2011 wasn't exactly the year for adventure, but it was a year for self-challenge. I spent the year being more active than I've been in my entire life. I ran my first 5K and 10k races. I discovered that I like spin class. I discovered that I despise bootcamp. I rediscovered my love for roller-skating. I think most importantly, I discovered what many of my limits are. I've begun to learn to focus on what I'm capable of, regardless of how it stacks up to others. To this I have my Garmin Forerunner 210 to thank. There are days when I know I'm moving slow enough that snails can out pace me, but when I look down at my Garmin and see that my heart rate is at 80% of my max I know I'm really doing about as good as I can do and that's all I can ask of myself. Of course there are those day that I feel like I'm moving like a jaguar and I look down at my Garmin and see that I'm still moving slower than a snail and my heart rate is at 50% of my max. It's at this point I usually whine to myself and say "but I don't wanna" and then suck it up and pick up the pace, because I know I can do anything for an hour. So regardless of whether I felt like I had a bad workout or a good workout, numbers never lie. They tell me whether I did or did not try hard enough.
