I own a fabulous Polar F6 heart rate monitor (HRM), but I don’t wear it anymore.
There’s nothing wrong with the watch or the strap – both are in perfect condition. But my HRM is a reminder of a bad time in my life, when lived at the gym and I was obsessed with exercise. Back then, my HRM was my everything: my personal trainer, my motivator, my drill sergeant. I was one of those people that had to burn X calories. I couldn’t stop at any odd numbers and would always need to round up … 430 calories wasn’t good enough; I’d pump out a few more minutes for 500.