Dear child who will remain nameless,
In case you haven't realized, I am not your typical woman. I don't have expensive jewelry (other than my engagement ring) or handbags. I don't own dress shoes. The only time in the last 10 years that I wore makeup was at my wedding and I'm pretty sure that I wouldn't have the first clue about how to dress for a formal affair.
In addition to being low maintenance, I also don't have prized possessions. What's mine is yours and what's yours is mine. I let you wear my clothes, fumble in my shoes, screw around on my $600 cell phone and wear my medals as accessories. I am chill like that.
But, I have asked you time and time again, not to touch my GPS watch. It's expensive and unlike my phone, does not have a warranty plan. And above all, it has all of my runs stored in it. All of my splits. All of the elevation changes. Everything I use to analyze my training.
Or maybe I should say HAD all those things. Because thanks to your reckless button pushing, the memory on my watch has been ERASED. Thanks for that. It's freaking awesome.