It’s a hipster party / who could ask for more / everybody’s vegan, leave your plaid shirts at the door
I had a shit day, but this is hilarious.
The comments are full of people arguing about beards, so yeah.
Hey nerds, it’s Anosmia Awareness Day, which means it’s time again for this fantastic vid:
I love how the comment section is full of anosmics. Music brings us together, yo.
Yeah, I was right: now that the weather is (at least currently) not deadly within 10 minutes of exposure, I’ve abandoned the gym and am back outside.
Which means no more running for now.
I’d like to make running a more frequent thing, but I’m not sure that can happen this semester with how busy I am and how little time I have in the morning to get my 15 miles in before calculus. If I go to the gym, that means I have to spend time changing into and out of my gym clothes, which chews up a decent amount of minutes.
Maybe once spring gets here and I (maybe?) have some more free time.
Also, I know I’ve been complaining about the weather a lot, but I would honestly have Calgary’s absurd winter cold snaps than have the Koppen climate equivalent of “fuck you” that Vancouver has.
Deadly cold > rain. Any day.
There are few things quite like the sweet, sweet pain of losing all feeling in your toes, fingers, lips, and nose while you’re out walking for four hours in weather that’s way too cold. But hey, -15 feels tropical compared to that -30s nonsense we’ve had for the past few days, so I took leave of whatever modicum of common sense I have this morning and braved the cold for an outside walk.
It hurt. It hurt good.
(Except for those 10 minutes I spent shivering uncontrollably in the bathroom by the side of the path which subsequently and unexpectedly turned into a panic attack? That wasn’t very fun. But when I was done with that nonsense, the sun had come out, so the rest of the walk was fine.)
Edit: ha, my Garmin picked up the panic attack. Heart rate spike around 1 hour 40 minutes or so.
This is the most relatable, terrifying article I’ve ever read.
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about how maintainable this “15 miles a day six days a week” thing is. When will things start breaking down? Is this making me stronger or is it going to cause a whole ton of issues?
I’m terrified of the day where I can’t do these 15 miles a day anymore. Walking is really the only thing that keeps me calm, the only thing that keeps me from just absolutely hating every aspect of my existence. What’s going to happen when that’s taken away from me?
YOOOOOOOOOOO Happy New Year!
It’s January 1st yet again, so let’s do the thing I always do on January 1st and review last year’s walking stats.
Here they are for January 1, 2018 to December 31, 2018.
Total number of walks: 338
Total mileage: 4,328.61
Total number of steps: 9,996,535
Total calories burned: 280,626
Total walking time (minutes): 71,430.14 [that’s about 49.6 days]
Average speed (mph) per walk: 3.71
4,328.61 miles is approximately the great circle distance between Dubai, UAE and Seoul, South Korea or between Rio Gallegos, Argentina and Caracas, Venezuela.
Let’s do better this year.
So I was looking over my old blogs (because THAT’S THE KIND OF OBNOXIOUS HUMAN I AM) and noticed that on December 8, 2013, I hit 1,300 walking miles for the year.
I hit 1,300 walking miles on April 29 this year.
My old distances were garbage, yo.
My cold weather endurance is garbage right now. The temperature on my walk this afternoon ranged from 14 to 3 and I felt so freaking cold.
I need to get back into winter mode. The negative Fahrenheits are coming, yo.
Edit: hahahaha, FEBRUARY 2019 IS COMING
You know what sucks? Migraines.
You know what also sucks? Ocular migraines. An “ocular migraine” occurs when blood flow is reduced to the eye or the blood vessels in the retina spasm and results in partial or complete vision loss in the effected eye. How long the vision loss lasts varies from person to person, but it usually lasts about half an hour to an hour.
Ocular migraines can also precede good ol’ regular migraines or can occur with a good ol’ regular migraine.
I’ve talked about my ocular migraines on here quite a few times. For me, the partial or complete vision loss in one eye is my signal to take some Excedrin, ‘cause Big Boy Migraine Headache is angry and will be taking a sledgehammer to the inside of my skull very soon after my vision returns.
But now? The signs that I’ve come to recognize as the start of the ocular migraine (tingly fingertips, that small blind spot that grows and spreads) have happened a few times without the ocular migraine (or actual migraine) following. That doesn’t sound like a big deal, but that’s caused me to take Excedrin when I didn’t need to, which is something I really don’t like. Hell, I don’t like to take medicine in general, but if I take it and it turns out I didn’t need to, that really bothers me.
Such a small dose of Excedrin when I don’t need it is probably not going to hurt me, but it’s the principle of the thing, yo. Now I feel like I have to wait until the ocular migraine fully kicks in to justify taking Excedrin, which at that point is really pushing it; if I don’t take the Excedrin early enough before the migraine headache part starts, it doesn’t do anything to help the pain, and then everything sucks for about half a day.
So yeah. Just venting, sorry!
HOKAY, so this happened a few nights ago now, but I forgot to blog about it because I forget everything nowadays because I’ve been so busy and also I’m sick and ALSO this is a super run-on sentence so let’s just get to it.
After Nate went to bed, I sat in my chair to listen to music, as per usual. Also, as per usual, I fell asleep, because soft chair + good music + I FEEL LIKE DEATH = sleep. I don’t recall what I was dreaming about or how long I was out, but when I woke up I had this weird dryness feeling in my mouth—the same dryness you get after you chew on a piece of paper.*
Then I realized I had had a Kleenex next to me on the chair. Said Kleenex was nowhere to be found—not on the chair, not in the chair, not under the chair, not on the floor, not stuffed down the front of my shirt (as I tend to do with my phone when its alarm is going off and I want it to STFU because I’m sleeping), not anywhere in the room.
So I’m assuming I ate it.
Gettin’ my daily dose of bleached wood fibers. Awesome.
*I used to chew up pieces of ruled paper in elementary school, spit them out, and shape them into little paper dice to give to my fellow classmates, so I know exactly what this mouth feeling is. DON’T JUDGE ME I WAS THE COOLEST IN SCHOOL.
I don’t get sick very often at all. But every four years (approximately) something breaks through my god-like immune system and makes things miserable.
And now, right on schedule, I’m sick. The last time I was sick was 2014.
My throat hurts, my head hurts, I am a snot volcano, and I have to stand up in front of 600 people and teach tomorrow.
Probably. It’s been about four years since the last time I got sick, so I’d be right on schedule.
HEYOOOOOOOOOO so I hit the 15,000 mile mark today. More specifically (because who the hell knows if anyone remembers what I’ve posted in the past), I’ve now walked 15,000 miles since I moved to Calgary in September 2014.
- Number of walks: 1,242
- Total mileage: 15,003.38
- Total steps: 32,508,966
- Total time: 221705.16 minutes (or 3,695.09 hours, or 153.96 days)
- Total calories burned: 1,027,018
- Average speed: 4.01 MPH
That’s a lot of walking, yo.
Distance by Year
Distance by Month
Distance by Day of Week
Distance for each walk, color-coded by the year
Snazzy! I hope to add on to this quite a bit.
Heyo, so as you all probably know by now (if you pay even the slightest bit of attention to my rambling (wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t)), I like to walk. I like to walk for relatively long distances, which takes me quite a bit of time.
A while ago, I was thinking that there’s probably a name for that type of exercise—doing something relatively “mild” but doing it for a long time.
Turns out there is: LISS cardio.
“LISS” stands for “Low Intensity, Steady State.” Basically, you do an activity that raises your heart rate to about 60% of your max heart rate and then continuing to do that activity for at least 45 minutes.
(I do it for about 240 minutes, but I’m bad at moderation.)
It’s kind of the opposite of HIIT (High Intensity Interval Training), during which you hit 90% of your max heart rate during short intervals, then take short “break” intervals in between. I used to do HIIT when I first started working out at UBC. I’d get on the elliptical machine, go at a moderate pace with little resistance, and then crank up the resistance for a minute and a half every three minutes. This worked really well for 30-minute workouts, but I don’t think a 30-minute workout could make me feel worked out anymore, no matter what I did during the time. I need to be exercising for a long period of time to feel like I’m getting anything from it.
But yeah! LISS is great. My resting heart rate is in the 40 BPMs most of the time (my Garmin says my resting average is 47, but I don’t have my Garmin on all the time) and I feel like I have really good cardiovascular endurance. My heart rate still shoots up when I go up hills and stuff (~130-140 BPM), but very quickly comes back down to normal.
I’d say it’s the LISS.
I started walking in Calgary on September 8, 2014. I just tallied up all my mileage (counting today’s) and realized that I’m just 138.57 miles away from hitting a total of 15,000 miles walked in Calgary. Pretty snazzy!
Expect an obnoxious mileage-related blog once I reach 15,000. Fair warning.
Is that a strange thing to say? I noticed it today when getting ready to go for a walk. Pic (ignore the fatness):
It looks like I lean forward over my feet when I stand, almost like I’m anticipating forward motion. Maybe that’s just all the walking that’s done that to my stance, but it still looks weird.
I might also have weird-shaped legs—big quads and big calves, which gives that strange bendy shape to them in the mirror.
I have nothing else to blog about today, so you get this nonsense. Sorry.
So check it:
This is the first time I’ve hit a 4.50 MPH average since I got hurt last year. This was obviously not at the end of my walk (since it’s not above 15 miles, haha) and it dropped a little bit after I stopped at Goodwill to find awesome pants, but still.
Today marks the one-year anniversary of me screwing up my leg/thigh/whatever. I still don’t know exactly what happened because I never did go to the doctor (I am a responsible adult, after all, living in a country where it doesn’t cost your first-born son to go to a doctor), but I’m going to say that it was a muscle tear. That’s the only thing I can imagine a) feeling like that, b) hurting in the very specific situations where it hurt, and c) taking this damn long to heal.
It’s still not all the way healed. I feel it twinge on occasion and am still a bit terrified to run, kneel, or even just stretch the muscles in that leg. But it is a lot better than it was. It’s finally to the point where I’m not constantly thinking about it. It’s finally to the point where I feel like I can start pushing it on my walks a little bit more.
It would have been great if it had never happened, but I suppose, given how much I walk, there could have been many more worse injuries I could have sustained. And honestly, as I’ve said before, it probably would have healed faster if I’d actually given it a chance to heal rather than pounding it into the pavement for 15 miles a day after two days of “rest.”
Let’s hope it doesn’t happen again.