Today was quite an interesting day really. For the most part it was because I learnt a very important lesson today.
I was walking by and I noticed the circus, as I had done on numerous occasions recently. "Le Cirque de France, Santcus Circus". I usually seem to admire the arrangement, the master tent and just put my head down and carry on really. Today I didn't. Today something said, "...you might as well do it". I thought yes, I might've. Perhaps it was the third time that I evaluated the thought and turned back. What I found particularly aware of was why, like so many things in my life, I thought not to. So I did and it was absolutely the right thing to do, to think that a moment went past that such a thought may have just left me and I'd walk right past.
Strange really, opportunity isn't it?
There, but somehow, easily missed.
This I think is a wonderful realisation: your life, what you do,how you feel, is in no uncertain terms, your move. Somewhat like a chess piece where in life, you may choose to move move your piece and engage or simply watch the game or even still, wait for a game to start - only your game won't start until you move a piece.
I think it's a benchmark really, even though it seems trivial that a single unusual occurrence, thought or event can awaken an interest or begin a trend that could have far reaching consequences. Rather interesting.
I also went for a 9km run this evening which taught me a fair deal about endurance: Pacing oneself, and using technology and information to calibrate your performance. I knew this would be the longest run I'd do in the training program, so I set goals. 1. know when you are half way - turn around and go back. 2. stay at the same pace all the time. 3. Don't deviate from the plan.
4. If I stay at the same, comfortable pace all the time, distance wouldn't matter - that would come without effort.
In truth, this was exactly what happened. I tracked my heart rate to between 150-159 for the entire duration of the run, falling back when I exceeded and moving up when I fell below 150. Every 1km the watch intelligently light up in the dark and informed me. Periodically I tapped the watch to show me what my heart rate was and half way throughout the race, at 4.5km it told me I was half way there.
I think if it wasn't due to always knowing what I was doing in terms of my running statistic, it would be much more difficult to manage the pace and thus manage the endurance.
I also decided that I would watch a movie in Wimbledon called Tinker Taylor Soldier - very well done, quite secrety agenty.
It's Sunday and tomorrow I must go forth and program computers because that's what I love.
I was walking by and I noticed the circus, as I had done on numerous occasions recently. "Le Cirque de France, Santcus Circus". I usually seem to admire the arrangement, the master tent and just put my head down and carry on really. Today I didn't. Today something said, "...you might as well do it". I thought yes, I might've. Perhaps it was the third time that I evaluated the thought and turned back. What I found particularly aware of was why, like so many things in my life, I thought not to. So I did and it was absolutely the right thing to do, to think that a moment went past that such a thought may have just left me and I'd walk right past.
Strange really, opportunity isn't it?
There, but somehow, easily missed.
This I think is a wonderful realisation: your life, what you do,how you feel, is in no uncertain terms, your move. Somewhat like a chess piece where in life, you may choose to move move your piece and engage or simply watch the game or even still, wait for a game to start - only your game won't start until you move a piece.
I think it's a benchmark really, even though it seems trivial that a single unusual occurrence, thought or event can awaken an interest or begin a trend that could have far reaching consequences. Rather interesting.
I also went for a 9km run this evening which taught me a fair deal about endurance: Pacing oneself, and using technology and information to calibrate your performance. I knew this would be the longest run I'd do in the training program, so I set goals. 1. know when you are half way - turn around and go back. 2. stay at the same pace all the time. 3. Don't deviate from the plan.
4. If I stay at the same, comfortable pace all the time, distance wouldn't matter - that would come without effort.
In truth, this was exactly what happened. I tracked my heart rate to between 150-159 for the entire duration of the run, falling back when I exceeded and moving up when I fell below 150. Every 1km the watch intelligently light up in the dark and informed me. Periodically I tapped the watch to show me what my heart rate was and half way throughout the race, at 4.5km it told me I was half way there.
I think if it wasn't due to always knowing what I was doing in terms of my running statistic, it would be much more difficult to manage the pace and thus manage the endurance.
I also decided that I would watch a movie in Wimbledon called Tinker Taylor Soldier - very well done, quite secrety agenty.
It's Sunday and tomorrow I must go forth and program computers because that's what I love.