While today started extra dark here, mild weather returned. So once the natural lights came on, I went running.
I brought along my (debatably) smart watch, acquired to support training for an ambitious adventure last summer -- one which I'm holding in reserve for a later slice. For this morning's foray, I was counting on my device for some
faux extrinsic motivation. I dialed up an option called "Running Coach" and selected a program that would guide me through an accelerating sequence of paces. The watch face would update me on how I was doing in relation to the target, and a synthesized voice (coach!) would prompt me, too.
During the warm-up zone, the watch frequently told me to, "Slow down," or cautioned, "You're going too fast." I eventually reached a point where I heard, "Nice pace" and "Keep it up." From time to time, the watch asked a question that I presume must be rhetorical: "How are you feeling?" I did try answering out loud later in the run, wanting to see what would happen, and nothing did except momentary shortness of breath. (This particular Running Coach program did say I would have a hard time holding a conversation during the workout.)
One exchange left me convinced the watch was messing with me. It delivered this message: "Lengthening your stride can quicken your pace. Give it a try." Dutifully, I did. The next words out of the watch's speaker-mouth were, "Slow down a little." Thanks for nothing, backseat driver on my wrist. Once home, I muted the watch's sound. It'll stay that way until I feel the next urge to have my strings pulled.