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June 12, 2006
Heart Rate Monitor
Saturday I set about looking for a heart rate monitor. Polar is the popular brand and they typically get good reviews.
I usually start a search like this by finding a product I like and then researching the hell out of it for such a long period of time that when I finally make a buying decision the model I want is no longer available. This is the course I seem to be taking with the HRM. Sometimes it's a money saver.
There is some debate, in Usenet, over the need for HRMs. Some think it helps their training ... others think they are useless for any except the elite athletes.
Me. I would like to know my heart rate when I'm out on my bicycle. I also like to keep both of my hands on the handlebars as much as possible which makes putting the fingers to the throat a bit tricky.
I've considered taking up serious, late-night, drinking as a way to help monitor my pulse. There were times when I was younger that I would have such a hangover that every beat of my heart would send a blinding pain shooting through my eyes. I'm not sure this is how I want to train now that I'm older and I'm not convinced I'd be able to balance on my bike if I have too many cobwebs filling the corners of my noggin.
I'm also pretty sure that the cost of the alcohol would soon surpass the cost of the HRM. I'm nothing is not frugal.
I thought maybe I'd pick up a used HRM and shot over to Craigslist.
The first item under Exercise Equipment was a bunch of dumbbells and Olympic weights. The guy wanted several hundred dollars for the set -- which was a good deal considering all that was there.
I have an interest in keeping my kids healthy and want them to grow up with exercise as part of their lives. I don't want working out to be that thing they dread ... I want it to be that thing they do on a regular basis just because ... well, it's that time of day -- or that day of the week ... whatever the activity is.
Sunday I gave the guy a call and the boys and I ended up making the ten-mile trip. We ended up buying the weights -- and a skate board -- and then making two more trips (three total) in order to get them and the associated benches and miscellaneous bits home.
Posted by delmer at June 12, 2006 7:21 AM
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" There were times when I was younger that I would have such a hangover that every beat of my heart would send a blinding pain shooting through my eyes. I'm not sure this is how I want to train now that I'm older and I'm not convinced I'd be able to balance on my bike if I have too many cobwebs filling the corners of my noggin"
And now you know your "floaties" originated in your noggin and migrated to your eyes. Apparently,from your report, that migration through those soft tissues were the source of your "blinding' eye pain. You can't argue the science behind that.
Darrell
Posted by: Darrell at June 13, 2006 1:37 PM
You know ... I was blinded by science one.
Posted by: delmer at June 13, 2006 4:32 PM
Science!
Posted by: Darrell at June 14, 2006 11:14 PM