Yesterday I ran naked for the first time in way too long. Don't worry. I wasn't jogging nude around the running trails of Melbourne, frightening people. I did something much more radical, and for a lot of runners and triathletes, even more unimaginable. I ran without a GPS, heart rate monitor or mp3 player. I got home and had no data to review. No split times. No "time spent in Zone 3". I have no idea how far I ran, or how fast, and I will never know if I took the Strava CR on Yarra Bend Road.
I realised recently that I, and many people I know have become addicted to data. We endlessly...
