#garmin connect

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Squats แทบตาย สุดท้าย untargeted muscles

[inthecityofgoodabode]

January 2023: Diabolical Exercising

I noticed this when looking at Garmin Connect on Saturday morning. Devilish intensity and, for the folks in the UK, an exercise emergency:  

[dimensionsvelo]

L'application Garmin Coach se met à jour !

Garmin procède à la mise à jour de son application Garmin Coach, mais également de ses montres connectées epix (Gen 2), fēnix 7, Forerunner, vívoactive 5 et la série Venu 3 ainsi que des compteurs GPS Edge 540, Edge 840 et Edge 1040. Avec la nouvelle version de Garmin Coach téléchargeable aujourd’hui, les cyclistes auront désormais accès à des programmes d’entraînement spécifiques, via Garmin…

[sports-insider]

Garmin Connect: Alles was Du wissen musst zu App, Download, Login und Verbindungen zu Deinen Geräten 

Bist du auch sportverrückt? Möchtest du über jedes kleinste Detail deiner Trainingseinheit Bescheid wissen? Dann haben wir da einen Tipp für Dich: Garmin Connect. Ein cooles Tool zum Analysieren, Speichern und Teilen deiner Fitness- und Gesundheitsaktivitäten. Was kann ich mit Garmin Connect machen? Beim Garmin Connect handelt es sich um ein kostenloses Tool für Desktops oder Smartphones. Mit…

[itshomobirb]

anyone else realizing that Punishment and Forced Suffering does not Work for u? like anything where i just have to Grin and Bear it and Suffer (bc that's what "normal" ppl do) just ends up Not Happening. I don't do the Habit. i dont do the Task. ive spent my entire life Grinning and Bearing It and it just doesn't work anymore.

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How do I connect my Garmin inReach to my phone

Need help with How do I connect my Garmin inReach to my phone? No concerns! For this, open the Earthmate app on your mobile phone. Now, go to the main menu and then click on Setup>Bluetooth, and then follow the on-screen guidelines to configure the further settings. To know the complete procedure in detail, get in touch with us!

[techdriveplay]

What Are the Best Smartwatches for Men?

Smartwatches have become an essential accessory for men, combining style, functionality, and technology. With a plethora of options available, choosing the right one can be daunting. Whether you’re looking for advanced health tracking, seamless connectivity, or rugged durability, there’s a smartwatch for every need. Here, we explore what are the best smartwatches for men, highlighting the top…

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garmin finally added inline skating as an activity profile. if you even care.

[bellobambino]

The Claim That Broke the Camel's Back

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Summary: Frustrated CS student, Luigi Mangione, battles the maddening bureaucracy of his insurance company while juggling midterms and back pain. An underwhelming trip to Panda Express inspires him to make a change. Luigi's POV Author's Note: I could write about incompetent insurance reps all day. My whole life is working with this broken fucking system. Free Luigi.

I'm on my third cold brew of the day to get ready for this evening Machine Learning lecture. I'm wired, to say the least. I've written down a few questions I have for the professor that I'm hoping will be covered by the midterm review he's “gifting” us today. 

"Good evening, folks!" he booms, addressing the class. There’s a few murmurs from some students giving a half hearted hello. "I was debating whether or not to make a midterm review for this section of the course. Considering your test scores from February..." 

My phone vibrates with a 1800 number I know all too well. Dammit. I've been waiting a whole week for them to call me back about this billing mistake. I can’t believe they’re calling right now, but I have to settle this billing issue. I sigh, and claw my way out of the row of backpacks and purses, answering the phone as quietly as possible.

“Hello, this is Luigi.” I spit it out like I've said it a thousand times, flinging open the back door to the main hallway.

“Hi, Luigi, this is Tiffany calling from Blue Cross Blue Shield. I’m returning your call about a claim you want to appeal.”

Appeal? Appeal. Because nothing says "customer service" like making me clean up a mess they made and then gaslighting me about it.

I’m whisper-shouting now, rehashing for the millionth time how I never got the bill they insist they mailed to an address I haven’t lived at since MySpace peaked. Tiffany’s hitting me with the most insincere “mm-hmm”s—" i've ever heard.

“Why did you send the orthopedic bill to my parents’ house? I don’t live there,” I say, trying to keep the vein in my temple from exploding.

“Mr. Mangione, can you confirm your address for me, please?”

Confirm my address? I swear to God, these people couldn’t find their own ass with both hands and a Garmin. “Which address do you have on file for me? Because you’re sending this bill to Maryland, and I live in Pennsylvania.”

Tiffany pauses like she’s consulting the Oracle of Delphi. “Mr. Mangione, I’ll need you to confirm your mailing address in order to continue discussing your account.”

Breathe, Luigi. Breathe. “Fine. 212 Fairway Lane, Baltimore, Maryland, 20906.”

There’s the familiar clackity-clack of her keyboard, a sound I’ve come to associate with malicious incompetence. “Okay, Mr. Mangione, can I put you on hold?”

“Hold? You guys are killing me. I’m a full-time student; you called me in the middle of a lecture.”

“I’ll need to review your account information in order to transfer the case to the billing department.”

Hold on. “You’re not the billing department?”

There’s a pause so thick you could spread it on toast. “This is the claims department.”

I could scream. I peek through the window of the lecture hall door. The TA’s handing out the review sheet, and I’m out here playing phone tag with someone who doesn’t even have the power to solve this issue. “Alright, Tiffany, can you just give me the billing department’s direct line? So I can call when i'm not in class.”

She rattles off a number. I punch it into my phone notes like I’m defusing a bomb. I thank her—halfheartedly, because I was raised right- and hang up.

I'm back in my seat, having missed the professor going over test expectations. I unlock my phone and look at the number Tiffany gave me. Wait. I look at my recent call log.

No way. It’s the exact same number I’ve been calling for weeks. The member services line. An automated phone directory service that will "connect you to the best department", but only sends you in circles for hours just to disconnect you when you’re waiting to speak with a supervisor.

They’ve already threatened to send the bill to collections—a bill I’ve never even seen. They told me the procedure was 100% covered. Now I’m supposed to fork over cash I don’t have for something they said I didn’t owe in the first place.

Back at my dorm, I'm eating Panda Express alone like a fucking schmuck. The noodles taste like cardboard. I’d kill for my Ma's chicken parm. I gotta call her.

I finish up, and grab the take out bag to throw away the container. 

Oh, thats right. There’s the fortune cookie. I almost chuck it in the trash, but ... maybe Lu deserves a little treat today.

I crack open the cookie, shoving one half in my mouth, and unfurl the little piece of paper.

Be the change you want to see in the world.

I immediately roll my eyes. The change I want to see is insurance companies prioritizing patients' well being over shareholder profit. If I could do anything about that, I would. Trust me, I would.

I tape the fortune to the inside of my laptop, right next to the sticker of Breloom my sister gave me, and fling myself onto my bed. 

Be the change. Maybe I could.

[hoe4sports]

Leave it all on the field

Ruesha Littlejohn x reader

A/n: No trigger warnings detected.

Ruesha had camped in you apartment for the rest of camp, and you didn’t usually mind but it was getting very depressing. Since she saw the picture of Katie and Caitlin a few days ago, she had turned into a shadow of her old self. She was not her usually bubbly self, and you were trying everything in you power to brighten her mood. You had told jokes, danced or jugged, sang and made food. When you woke up the last morning of camp before you headed to Australia, The land of Caitlin Foord, you decided that you needed to do something to try and bring the old Ruesha back. “Okay pretty girl” you said as you opened the blinds while she was still sleeping. “Today is the day” you said and she huffed from under the cover. It was not your dream scenario to live with her, sleep next to her and spend ever awake moment of your life next to her as her bestfriend, but life has a funny way of making things play out just as it wasn’t supposed too.

Ruesha threw her pillow at you, and you decided to change my tactics. If there was one thing she loved, then it was a good breakfast. You made sure to leave her alone in her, or rather your, depression room as you whipped up easy breakfast. Toast, eggs, paprika and watermelon. You made sure to make her favourite kind of blueberry tea, and then you went back into the bedroom. This time, you felt more determined . She was going to get up. You grabbed her covers by the corner, and yanked it off of her. “Shite, Y/N, won’t you leave a mournin to woman rest now will ya” she hissed. “Yes, I would. But you are not a mourning woman nor do you need to rest anymore. If you rest anymore then I’m worried that you will become one with mi bed.” she sighted loudly and tossed around. You walked around the bed and hunched down on her level. “Ruesh, I’ve made breakfast. Your favourite kind, I’ve even made tea. You would never let a good tea go to waste now would yah?” You said as you stroke her matted blonde hair, she sniffled as she sat up. “Okay, but only because I don’t like to let a pretty woman down.” she said as she marched to the kitchen. In your house, from your bed, in your clothes. Yet somehow, all she could talk about was Katie McAss.

You sat down next to her as a you bottomed a sugar free red bull while eating a protein yogurt. “Are yah ever gonna learn to eat real foods?” Ruesha teased, and you shrugged. “Why would I? Nobody is seeing what am shoving down my throat when I’m alone.” You said and winked. She just shook her head as she devoured the breakfast. You examined your garmin watch for a hot second only to realise that you were running late. You threw on your jersey, and Ruesha threw on hers as we panicked our way to the arena. “Jesus, if yah would’ve gotten that pretty butt up from bed the first 23 times I asked, then Maybe we wouldnt have this issue.” You said as you tied your cleats next to her. She laughed, but was quickly taken back by the view of Katie. Her now ex girlfriend.

“Ruesha, stop droolin’ would you, it’s not a good look” You teased as we walked out on the field. The coach shot you a weird look, which had you confused. “Is there a reason for your shenanigans now?” she asked as she raised her brow. You and ruesha would often do dumb stuff to lift the spirits of the group, but this time you were confused. You shot her an even more confused look, as she pointed to the number on my jersey. “Is this yet another joke about mi number?” You asked as the girls earlier had teased you for your high number, asking if it was your number or the amounts of yellow cards you had attained . You looked at Ruesha confused, and realised that she was wearing your number 30. You looked down to see that you were wearing her number 8. “Well, I suppose yah there is only one thing left to do.” You stated as you got into a weird stance with my phone in my pocket. It was already connected to the team speaker as i was the designated DJ. You then slapped on some “Tell me ma” and did a classic Ruesha jig across the circle the team was standing in. Everyone knew Ruesha was famous for her jig, so naturally that was the easiest way to resemble her.

Everyone including Ruesha was laughing hysterically, almost practically crying. Well, everyone excluding McCabe. She looked furious, but you gave no flying fuck as you went towards her and jigged around her in a circle as she tried to stumble you. “ yah have to work harder then that” you sang as you skipped over her legs. You then giggled your way over to Ruesha as you pulled her jersey of yourself mid jig, showcasing your visibly toned arms and six pack. You did a last high kick and spun around going out in an extravagant pose as you held the jersey out to Ruesha. She was now hysterically laughing and her eyes were watering, some of the girls were even laying on the ground laughing. “Alright alright, miss comedian over there, let’s practice now shall we.” The coach said as she too dried off her eyes after your little show.

“Yah mad woman” Ruesha stated as she was still trying to compose herself. You waited for your jersey but it became clear as day that you weren’t going to get it anytime soon. “I know you love a good view, Ruesh.” You smirked. Instead you warmed up without the jersey as we ran across the field and did our static stretching. Eventually, you put her shirt back on as it was boiling and you didn’t feel too excited to be burned by the sun. You caught Ruesha looking on more than one occasion, and honestly you didn’t mind.

As warm up was getting close to being over you could see Ruesha visibly struggling with her focus as she kept losing the ball. You went over to her as she whacked the ball in the ground. “Aye, ruesh, what did that poor ball do to you?” You exclaimed as you catched the ball before it bounced away to never land. “I can’t focus, I keep thinking about things I shouldnt think about, and then I drop it.” She complained as you listened carefully. “Alright” you said, “let’s try to use this to your advantage. Use all that negative energy to work your hardest. Use it to proving why you are going to be the one on the starting roster.” You said as you dropped the ball down and kicked it up high to her. “Leave it all on the field, love”. She nodded and catched the ball as she started tricking it.

“Yeees, Ruesh!!!” You cheered as she kept tapping the ball showing her incredible ability to control the ball like no other. As she dropped the ball, you nudged her. “You are totally gonna get your spot in the roster. Believe me babe.” You winked as you continued practicing.

[kenzan-kiwami]

replacement parts horse arrived at the house today (got the email about an hour ago) and with great timing too, i'm trying to ask some informal questions to a relative over whatsapp (on my backup phone) regarding fish husbandry at the aquaculture company he works for and the app is now crashing every time i try to send a message

broke my phone this morning and can't log into discord on my backup device until i dig out my MFA text file on my home computer. but if nobody else has got me, i know tumblr has got me. the absolute goat never logging me out of my THREE-YEAR-OLD app

[trivialbob]

In addition to yesterday being PTO from work, I took today and tomorrow off too. As fall approaches I usually like to set aside a few weekdays to wash windows and purge the house of unneeded items.

This morning I blasted through my home office, going through every drawer and cabinet. I found an old Garmin watch that I haven't used in years. It may still work, but it's large and clunky. The heart rate monitor is a separate strap that goes around the chest. It never felt comfortable to me.

These things wouldn't fetch a dime on eBay. I ran many miles and races with that watch. There are many nice memories around its worn-smooth, sweat-etched edges.

But I'll never use it again. My latest Garmin, like Hugh Hefner's youngest wife, is thinner, lighter, and does more things than the old one.

There's no point in keeping that old watch only to have my kids throw it away when I'm gone. I may as well benefit now having a desk drawer that isn't overflowing with junk/memories.

I also threw out of miles of cables and cords. Those RCA cables that connected my dual tape deck, turntable, and CD player to the cool Sony receiver I bought when I got married? Well, since I don't have any of those components anymore is there really any reason to keep the cables? Uh, no. Does anyone need a charging cord from a 1998 Palm Pilot? I have one, at least until the garbage truck arrives today.

It relaxes me, being able to see the bottom of drawers or having cabinets that close without a solid nudge from my shoulder.

Those clean windows make rooms a lot brighter as well.

[bluedesignwall]

My Garmin can’t keep up. It has stopped connecting to GarminConnect. You will have to take my word that I did an hour long workout in our cabin to build a base for my 10k steps this morning. We are going into Bamberg later but you can never be sure how far these excursions will take you. Certainly never 10k worth of steps.

[canadaelectronics]

Garmin Forerunner 745 GPS Running Watch

Explore the Garmin Forerunner 745 GPS Running Watch in vibrant Magma Red. This advanced smartwatch is designed for runners and fitness enthusiasts, featuring built-in GPS, heart rate monitoring, and various sports apps to track your performance. With a lightweight design and customizable watch faces, the Forerunner 745 offers up to 7 days of battery life in smartwatch mode and 16 hours in GPS mode. Stay connected with smart notifications and enjoy music storage for a seamless workout experience. Perfect for those looking to enhance their training and achieve their fitness goals!

Buy online Garmin Forerunner 745 GPS Running Watch Magma Red 010 02445 62, SEA in Canada.

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To successfully login to Spotify on Garmin Connect, you need to perform the initial setup on the Garmin Connect IQ app. Hereon, you need to hold down the bottom left key and select your music provider. Afterward, select Spotify and then follow the further instructions to Spotify login. Contact us for more details!

[mostly-tame]

7.1 miles today on our usual trail. The Garmin did not want to connect at first but removing it and then reconnecting it to the handheld worked.