The high tech on a grid runner

January 10, 2015 - running watch

A high tech runner? Oh no. Now I’m one of those people. I’m not even certain who those people are. But I’ve always suspicion we wasn’t one of them.

You know, a form who is totally plugged in while exercising. Music playing. Incoming texts beeping. Their GPS always mapping. The latte appurtenance strapped to their behind foaming. The ones who couldn’t giveaway themselves from record for 5 minutes. Had to take it with them wherever they went. Even to exercise.

But using for me was always a escape. The possibility to put all of my unlucky gadgets — a ones that follow me, and bug me, and tell me where we am and what I’m ostensible to be doing and who we need to be articulate to — away. It was liberating. A possibility to only tag on my shoes, demeanour during some squirrels and run.

Then we went and did it. we got a using watch that talks to some satellite in a sky and tells me where we am. (Because we couldn’t figure that out myself.)

Now I’m one of those people. And we desired it!

“Check this out,” we told my wife, plugging a watch into my mechanism after finishing a run. Up popped all kinds of information on me. Miles covered, my pace, calories burned, my favorite color, how to moment my online confidence codes. “Look! It even has a map of my run. You can see accurately where we went!”

My mother stared during it. “That’s kind of scary,” she said.

Scary!?! we thought, dumbfounded. What’s frightful about a watch meaningful all about me… and tracking… uhh… each singular step we take… hmmm.

“It’s not scary,” we said, not so assured anymore. “I mean, I’m using in downtown St. Augustine. Everyone can already see me. It’s not Pyongyang, North Korea.”

(I took a watch aside and whispered, “You know I’m not in North Korea, right?”)

But all of a sudden, my new fondle — my tech-laden guide of aptness — looked a small nefarious. we eyed a using watch carefully. “You don’t take cinema of me in a shower, do you?”

All we had wanted was to know how many miles we was running. What my gait was. we don’t caring about blazing calories, though it’s good to know they’re cooked.

But has record left too far? Are we too connected? Too contingent on it? Unable, or unwilling, to detach anymore and only go for a run? Can we even get off a grid? Can we trust a small gadgets, or all a information they hold? we review recently how Steven Hawking pronounced synthetic comprehension competence one day be a downfall. Was my small watch plotting a takeover of a world? All while we thought, “Hey, we only burnt another 10 calories. I’m removing a Snickers!”

I’m perplexing to put it all out my head. But each once in a while we get nervous, steep behind a tree and see if anyone is following me. Then we spin off a watch, check out what a squirrels are doing and feel released all over again.

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