Oh sure, it stopped working for a week. And, yes it's my second one after my first bought the farm. [Jawbone promptly replaced it.]
But I confess, I do love the damn thing.
Lots of people must love them... they're everywhere. They've become the new fitness vanity fashion accessory. Kinda like Livestrong bracelets 10 years ago, but way more expensive. Pretty much the same people wearing them, though.
I've found that not everyone is as fond of their tracker as I am. In fact, I think they are becoming the newest appliance of disdain, much like the maligned bathroom scale.
I've seen people visibly upset, at their tracker, because their step count was low for the day.
I know someone who bought a tracker, and didn't like the step counts it was reporting. So, she went and bought a different one, wore them both, and kept the one that recorded the slightly higher number of steps.
One day a running buddy threw his step tracker into the woods with a Yop! of frustration. A woman in the same office was beating his step count by mall walking.
Blaming, yelling at, or chucking your tracker is, well, kinda crazy.
It's a tool.
It's doing its job.
It's not the tracker's fault you spent too much time on your butt. Blame, yell at, but please don't chuck, yourself.
You bought the thing to do exactly what it's doing. Let it do it and quit bitching about the results.
I see my tracker as a polite, innocent well meaning nagger. It reminds me that I didn't run or walk enough to justify a snack.
It taps me on the shoulder (by vibrating on my wrist) if I've been sitting too long, urging me to get up, stretch my legs, maybe take a lap around the office.
It watches me in a not-at-all creepy way while I sleep and, in the morning, tells me how much and how well I slept.
It reminds me to try to get in more steps tomorrow and to go to bed a little earlier.
And then it goes back to counting... sometimes counting nothing... but that's its fault.
Good running,
Doug
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