Recently, I replaced the band on my watch for the third time and in doing so, stopped for a second to ponder whether I had spent more on replacement bands over the past few years than I would have if I just bought a new watch. I felt a little twinge in my heart at the thought of throwing away my trusty green Garmin and then felt a little confused about why I was so attached to it. It’s just a little piece of plastic and rubber after all, and there are plenty of others out there just like it.
On my long run this morning, I remembered the day I purchased that watch. It was about five years ago, during my first ever week of college cross country practice. I showed up watchless because I had no idea I was supposed to wear a watch while running; I’d always just run until I got tired. All my teammates had watches so I headed to the local running store and bought the only watch that came in my favorite color. It has been on my wrist ever since, aside from when the band breaks every now and then.
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