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cthulhiaI've never gotten the hang of pedometers. My pace is not consistent enough for me to trust the way one calibrates them.
GPS generally only checks in every n seconds, as discovered when we tried to track our path through the MegaMaze one year. Getting it to check more often burns through batteries, and it's another danged thing you have to carry while running. (As it is, I seek a runner pack, rather than the full-size fanny pack that is my current option, or a windbreaker tied around my waist, things stuffed in the pockets, which I do if it's cool enough to legitimately need a coat. Fanny packs at worst make someone look unforgivably geeky, and at best look like strap-on beer guts. Just want a little pocket, big enough for wallet, lip balm, and phone/timer.)
What I'd prefer, is some sort of tool that works with whichever online mapping system, to measure out a pedestrian route. The interface I see is allowing someone to draw a line over individual streets, calculating the mileage/kilometerage, so one could build a route until it got to their goal distance.
Something that would allow one to retrace the meandering route they just ran, which I do a lot in the blooming seasons to view prettier houses and gardens. But also might offer to build a route for you. I want to get from my house to the Charles river path, spending as little time as possible on major streets, then loop back to the gym so I can weigh myself (and, well, pee) and then a cooldown run from there to home. And, I want it to be 10 miles.
Guessing this morning got me running a fair bit down Greenough, looping back up through the public ampitheatre, and, then, shamefully, a straight up mass ave. My feet hurt. Because why? My socks were too loose, and chafing my arches. What the? I tried to tighten the socks and then the sneakers, so the socks wouldn't bag again, but by then the damage was done.
And, for all that, it was not even 8 miles. I thought for sure it'd be closer to 10. Bah!
(Then again, indulging in fruit and wine and a bit of cake at the Midsummer Night's Dream party seems to have not immediately wrecked the South Bitch. I've lost another whole whopping pound since... um... a week or more ago.)
GPS generally only checks in every n seconds, as discovered when we tried to track our path through the MegaMaze one year. Getting it to check more often burns through batteries, and it's another danged thing you have to carry while running. (As it is, I seek a runner pack, rather than the full-size fanny pack that is my current option, or a windbreaker tied around my waist, things stuffed in the pockets, which I do if it's cool enough to legitimately need a coat. Fanny packs at worst make someone look unforgivably geeky, and at best look like strap-on beer guts. Just want a little pocket, big enough for wallet, lip balm, and phone/timer.)
What I'd prefer, is some sort of tool that works with whichever online mapping system, to measure out a pedestrian route. The interface I see is allowing someone to draw a line over individual streets, calculating the mileage/kilometerage, so one could build a route until it got to their goal distance.
Something that would allow one to retrace the meandering route they just ran, which I do a lot in the blooming seasons to view prettier houses and gardens. But also might offer to build a route for you. I want to get from my house to the Charles river path, spending as little time as possible on major streets, then loop back to the gym so I can weigh myself (and, well, pee) and then a cooldown run from there to home. And, I want it to be 10 miles.
Guessing this morning got me running a fair bit down Greenough, looping back up through the public ampitheatre, and, then, shamefully, a straight up mass ave. My feet hurt. Because why? My socks were too loose, and chafing my arches. What the? I tried to tighten the socks and then the sneakers, so the socks wouldn't bag again, but by then the damage was done.
And, for all that, it was not even 8 miles. I thought for sure it'd be closer to 10. Bah!
(Then again, indulging in fruit and wine and a bit of cake at the Midsummer Night's Dream party seems to have not immediately wrecked the South Bitch. I've lost another whole whopping pound since... um... a week or more ago.)
