@meganholbeck
I like my watch. It’s one of those fancy Garmin ones that does all sorts of things unrelated to time: It tracks my speed and route; lets me know if I’m stressed (just in case I can’t tell …); it even reminds me when my period is due.
All of these things are good, but they are nothing to do with why I like it. Max, whatever that is) gives me a burst of brain Botox and I feel young and smug. I don’t mention this to gloat (that’s just a happy by-product), nor to encourage someone to burst my bubble by telling me how inaccurate these things are—please don’t. Rather, it’s because it highlights something I’ve been thinking about: the relationship between age, fitness and outdoor adventure.
