Thursday, March 17, 2016

Forerunner 25 first spin

It turns out that my first workout with the Garmin Forerunner 25 that I won the other day is an easy spin session. Basically just long enough to wake up my legs, and then do some stretching and a bit of core after.

I am impressed so far. Other than needing to be outside to get the GPS to set the time (it was snowing), it's all been good. One of my tests for devices is to see if I can get going on it without needing the manual. Garmin passed that one with flying colours!

It took a few minutes of fiddling to get it set up as I started easy. I just wanted to get the heart rate monitor going, and that happened pretty quick. I turned on the auto pause, and the zone monitor. Next time I'll turn them off. I had it fastened to the handlebars so I could see it all the time, and it spent much too long telling me it was paused, or resuming. Since I wasn't trying to stay in any particular zone, I got a bit annoyed at it beeping at me telling me something I already knew.

What I really liked was the decimal zone readout. Zones themselves are pretty coarse, but with the decimal you know exactly where you are. I can see where this is going to be useful.



The numbers are big and easy to read. The buttons are responsive, and not too hard to press. I wasn't on the bike long enough to really dial into an effort level, but I think I've been slacking off. Next is a run, probably Saturday. It's going to be interesting to compare the Garmin to the iphone.

For this workout I didn't have Garmin Connect on my phone, but I got that going after. That wasn't quite so painless, but then, I had a cat "helping" me. It took 3 tries to pair the phone and Garmin, but that was just me being slow. And the cat. There's a zillion options there that I don't have time to explore tonight. There's a sleep thing, so I'll try wearing it to bed tonight and see what happens. I figure the worst that will happen is that I don't have it set up right and I'll run the battery down a bit.

More news as it happens.

Wednesday, March 16, 2016

Excited!

So, remember back in December I was told I'd won a Garmin? Three months later to the day it arrived. Thank you to the famous Richelle for organizing and following up with them. To save you doing the embiggen thing or squinting, it's a Forerunner 25. It looks like it's going to be perfect for what I need.


Here's what's in the box. Don't get me started on rotated photos.
 It's charging up now, but I'm looking forward to seeing heart rate data again. For a while I was very strict on heart rate training, and it seemed to do good things. I don't think I'm way out to lunch on it, but it will be good to be sure. Maybe a spin later tonight, if I can escape the cats occupying my lap. More info after my first use.

In relation to nothing in particular, this is what a 5 ounce glass of wine looks like. No, I didn't add it to the same glass, there's another glass.


And another thing! My buddy Janice is coming to run the Calgary Marathon at the end of May. Yay! I'm planning to do the 10K so we can hang out in the start area together. I last saw her when we went for a run on Crescent beach in Nova Scotia. I am already making a list of the various places to take her.

Monday swim was ok for the day after the race. 500 m 9:20 3x 100, then some water running, 2 x 100, more water running and stretching. Chatting with Katie.

Tuesday 5K, 32:35 feeling pretty good for tired legs. I had to wear long pants again as the weather had cooled off to be merely seasonal, which feels really cold right now.

Daylight savings time just pisses me off! Seems like every year the spring forward one kicks my ass worse and worse. I've been wandering around this week half awake, feeling far worse than what you'd think being down an hour of sleep. Then again, I got a couple nights of really crappy sleep over the weekend. I've seen some really scary traffic stuff happening. Maybe it's distracted drivers, maybe the time change. I wish they'd pick one time zone, I don't care which, and leave it that way.

Sunday, March 13, 2016

They cheered so hard, they

Best cheer squad ever! Linda, Michelle, and Sophia danced, rang cowbells, and shook pom-poms. The Talisman photographer even took pictures of them cheering. Ken was has usual strong and mostly silent self. Katie was as enthusiastic as ever. Saskia and Heather  were also cheering on their team mate Terry, who smoked by me on the run a bunch of times. There are photos. She is a green blur.

First things first. I didn't injure myself. That would be Linda, shaking the cow bell so hard she got a blister.


This is my first triathlon in almost 4 years. Where does the time go? The training has gone fairly well lately, but somehow putting all together is the hard part. I wasn't feeling totally on top of my game today, but overall was almost exactly where I thought I'd be, so I'm pretty pleased. Swim 500 m 9:20 or so. Bike 12.5 Km in 29 minutes. Run 3 K in 19 minutes or so. Overall time was 58:20, that I remember, but they haven't posted the results on line yet, and the times I was going past the results monitor, it wasn't showing me.

The swim was the usual. I can and have done it faster, but this is typical time for me lately, and I wanted to be able to haul myself out of the pool. The bike felt surprisingly strong. The first couple laps of the run were tough. My calves were cramping up a little, but settled down. I never really felt in the groove on the run. I didn't pass anyone, and I got passed a lot. I really must run more, and more consistently.

The Talisman staff and volunteers did an excellent job! They worked really hard to get people set up on their bikes in preparation for their wave, and were right there if you had any questions, or were almost done the bike. They had to verify the distance before you could get off. The swag was good.

What's that you say? Photos? Of me? Go on. Really? Oh well, if you insist. These are Michelle using Terry's camera and one from Ken. Sophia has video.

Michelle was trying to capture the beads of sweat.

I think that's Terry in the background, about to blaze past me. Looking at the time, I'd just got on the track and would still be feeling a little wobbly here.

And finishing with both feet (ever so fractionally) off the ground.

Afterward we all went to Calgary Farmer's Market and chowed down on Big T goodies. So yummy, but I wasn't as hungry as I thought I'd be. No photos of that, and just as well.

Friday, March 11, 2016

A random, but misleading title

One of my buddies mentioned to me that they like reading my blog because they never quite know what they're going to get, even after reading the title. Sometimes especially after reading the title. I've  been trying to work in one about cat eye boogers, but it hasn't happened yet.

The fitness stuff is still happening, even it doesn't get mentioned in the essays. Those are more one topic affairs, rather than the grab bag that this one will be.

The big news is that my first triathlon in almost 4 years is happening Sunday morning at Talisman. I'm in wave 2, starting about 9am. Daylight savings time stupidity! Super short, 500 m swim, 12.5 K on the bike, 3 k run. I'm hoping to be under an hour, but we shall see.

The last regular swim felt slow and clunky, but I was in the water Wednesday for a short one, and that felt much more normal. I'm quite excited by this, and it should be lots of fun.

The last few runs have felt really good. I've started marking up an old bike path map with all my runs. I want to see how much of the network I can travel this year. Let's test and see how well the highlighting shows up in a photo. Eventually I'll get an up to date one, and transfer the markup. Maybe I'll use green instead.

There are 800 Km of bike path at least, so I'm not going to cover them all, but I'd like to get along all the rivers as a start. This year or next, there is a pathway 138 K long that completely encircles the city. That might be a fun ride one day. When they say a few sections are not done right now, I'm not sure what that means in terms of connectivity.

We went to the car show today. Our current car is still doing well, but the years and kilometers are adding up. It's a good idea to start looking around and see what our choices were. Going in we were thinking either another Accord, or look at crossovers, or SUV's, or whatever the CRV and it's ilk are. The Accord was as expected, though the trunk looks a little smaller. The CRV was a bit of a surprise. Lots of room in it, though I wish you could get vehicles without sunroofs. I hate them! They take an inch or two of headroom out, and I need every bit of it to feel comfortable.

The big surprise was the Honda Fit. For such a little car it has an amazing amount of space in it. It looks like it would be a good choice for tossing a couple of bikes in the back, or lots of gardening supplies. The way the back seat folds is clever, and is the only vehicle that lets you put a tall potted plant inside sitting upright. The leg room in the front is a bit on the tight side for me.

I'll need to drive both. The last CRV I drove was a couple model years ago, and it seemed perfectly fine. I haven't driven a Fit.

There's some pretty splashy cars on the market. We did not spend any time looking at these at all. Just took the photo for a buddy who gets all weak in the knees about them. I can't think of a less practical car for Canada.


There were even a few purple cars!



Tuesday, March 8, 2016

Rights and death

Here it is early March, and you'd think it was early May. It's been like this for a month or so, which leads to these two photos.





Linda is worried about these plants and others that are joining them. They're such optimists. They see warm weather and start to grow. They don't read weather forcasts and realize we could still get snow. It can be a cruel world out there, and gardens sometimes suffer. Calgary is hard on gardens. Chinooks. Hail. Snow any month of the year. Drought. Floods. The little plants just keep trying till they die.

Being self aware, humans think about the dying end of the cycle. Not so much when young, as evidenced by the kids that recently thought it was a good idea to slide down a bobsled track on a toboggan. Two of them died. We think about it more when older, when we have a bit more perspective on it. We don't notice the parade at first, then it's really slow, then the deaths come faster and faster till we're swept up in the great parade, and join all those people where ever it is that we go when we die.

This has been milling around in my head for a while, precipitated by the woman who recently won the right (got permission?) for a doctor assisted death, and had to travel to Vancouver. Let's write it out, shall we? For anyone new to my blog, I say what I think, and say why. You are welcome to respond in the comments, which are moderated. Disagreement is fine, but I insist on comments that are respectful.

I want to talk about the various people involved, listed here in no particular order: medical professionals such as doctors, nurses, and various specialists, and the administrative aspects of healthcare; the terminally ill, or those living with pain or a debilitating illness; those who have medical reason to foresee such a future; children; the families and loved ones of the people already mentioned.

For a start, lets separate out the issue of organ donors or transplants. My thinking is that all of us should automatically be considered, where possible, organ donors at death, unless we sign paperwork saying not to use our organs. All organs, every bit of us that's useful. My reasoning is that we're dead, we don't need it anymore. If something from me can extend someone else's life, or improve the quality of their life, have at it.

Let's also note conflict of interest. No person who stands to gain from a will should be allowed to have a say in that person's end of life. Even amounts of money that most would consider trivial, or articles that would normally be considered trinkets can have an impact all out of proportion. Maybe that means people have to be more careful about making their will.

Until very recently suicide was considered a horrible, unthinkable thing. Even dying was considered almost a last resort. We expected doctors to do everything in their power to preserve and extend our lives. Like so many things, that's gotten out of hand in recent decades. Any sort of life was better than death. Many people still believe this. I certainly don't.

Medical people.
Lay people see medical people as the gatekeepers of life and death. They have a heavy responsibility, no doubt about it. Most of us don't understand the complexities of the medical world. We rely on medical professionals to guide us, but the decisions are ours, or should be. Regardless if they think that getting test x is a good idea, I might not want to do it and it doesn't matter if it's a good reason (higher incidence of false positives than I'm comfortable with), or a stupid one (the voices in my head tell me it's a plot).

Here's where we run into the conflict between medical ethics and personal decisions. Medical professionals are paid to provide a service. It's a service requiring the highest levels of human skill and judgement, but a service to a patient none the less. The patient is the one in charge, with some exceptions we'll get to.

I do not want to see medical professions coerced into doing something they think is wrong, but it's not their life at stake. The life involved is the patient's. If the doctor can't or won't give the patient the care they want, they need to refer that patient to another doctor.

Please note I'm not saying the doctors should put down anyone that takes it into their head that a few days of feeling down are enough to end it all. Not at all. Part of the doctor's responsibility is to help the patient understand what options are available that might alleviate issues. There needs to be a process so that patient and doctor and family know what the fully informed and considered wishes of the patient are.

As for the rest of the health system, it must be structured around the needs of patients. We should be doing everything in our power keep people out of hospitals. We are all going to die. Period, end of story.  There comes a time when medical intervention is fruitless. Let's recognize and make provision for the inevitable. We need to build the appropriate facilities for people to be as comfortable as possible along those last, inevitable steps.

Patients.
Lets consider people in what is called "of sound mind." This is pretty straightforward. If they are in pain, have a terminal illness and see a messy end, or have written clear instructions with these situations in mind, then they get what they want. Yes, there's a process to make sure the various possibilities have been reviewed, and that the situation is as it appears to be. There is a line between a doctor going through a process, making sure the i's are dotted and the t's crossed, and trying to badger the patient into the decision the doctor feels morally comfortable with. Who can say how much pain another can bear or where the end of the rope is? The doctors need to suck it up, even if they don't like it.

Now let's consider those not of sound mind, for whatever reason. Dementia. Coma. Final stages of various diseases or conditions. Intellectual or developmental disabilities. Injury. For those who have left instructions relevant to the issue at hand, their wishes should be fulfilled. In these cases I think the doctor has a higher order or responsibility to ensure they are carrying out the wishes of the patient. This might be with the support of the family, or over the objections of the family. It behooves people that contemplate such a situation to make their wishes clear in a living will or other such document. It's probably smart to consult doctors when drawing up such a document. Everybody should have such a document, and if you are going into a situation where such a state is contemplated, you should make sure the medical system has a copy. If the family disagree, they need to suck it up.

Now, for those that have not left instructions for whatever reason. Maybe they never could, or left it too late. This gets messy. I heard of a case recently where the medical establishment clearly and unanimously agreed that a person was dead. The family disagreed. Ouch. In this case I'd expect the medical system to be choosing life, and doing what they can for the patient, until it becomes clear that it's hopeless.

The medical system can now rescue people that would have died only a few decades ago. We have more sophisticated tests and better medical technology. We have a better understanding of our bodies and what conditions we can cure or alleviate. This will continue to change, and wherever the line is now, it will move in the future. If several medical specialists in the relevant field are in agreement that someone is dead and unplugging life support is the thing to do, the family needs to suck it up and say goodbye. Their thoughts and feelings do not hold any weight against the preponderance of medical expertise.

There is some messy middle ground in there. Maybe the document isn't clear. Maybe the person has changed their mind, or a family member says they have. Maybe there is a new medical procedure and maybe it has risks and maybe the patient is in no state of mind to fully consider them. Maybe some family are trying to file a court injunction to prevent any permanent medical action. This is murky ground indeed, and it's best to leave government legislation out of it for now. I think it's better left to people specializing in medical ethics to examine such situations carefully, and as best as possible fulfill the patient's wishes.

I might as well bring up the crassest of factors now. Money. People will attempt to prolong or cut short the lives of "loved ones" in order to benefit from a will. Somehow the pain of another person takes second place to personal gain for some people. It's despicable. On the other side, every person in the medical system costs the taxpayers something. It's all very well if the system can do something for that person, and it's likely they can be up and around again. But when they can't be cured, should they really be in a bed where the focus is a cure, and the real cost is that someone else can't be getting that care. There should be beds appropriate to that situation, where the focus is on palliative care.

Another related topic while I'm at it. I appreciate that some people have faith, and that's fine for them. They are welcome to write their living will informed by faith.  But for them to project that faith onto someone else, and say god wants something for them is another form of despicable. If god wants something for someone he can darned well make his wishes clear by doing it.

But what about the commandment "Thou shall not kill." Or the Qur'an "17:33: And do not take any human being's life - that God willed to be sacred - other than in [the pursuit of] justice." There's been a lot of ink spilled on this topic, but my take on it is the various churches have built in enough exceptions that serve their purposes that it's hardly an absolute. Helping someone end their life under certain circumstances is not killing them in the same sense we normally use that word.

Children.
This one is a horror show for all involved, no denying it. Legally, children are incapable of forming an opinion until the age of majority, though in some cases teenagers have been allowed to express their wishes. Normally parents speak for children and make decisions on their behalf. What parent can be objective about their child? What parent can say anything but 'do what it takes so my child lives?' Cost means nothing to them.

Doctors and the medical system have a terrible burden here. They have to help the family understand the limits of medical technology and what the realistic outcomes are. Nobody ever wants to give up on a child. Sometimes it's the opposite, the parents refusing a treatment. Those specialists in medical ethics will almost certainly be playing a role here.

Family, and loved ones.
If I haven't made it clear, these people are not what the show is about. Their wishes are so far secondary to the clear wishes of the patient that they need not even really be considered. The medical system needs to have the stones to stand up for the patient.

The government's role in all this should be to enable and uphold patient choices, with sufficient opportunity for oversight to prevent patient wishes from being thwarted. All of this needs to be fact based. The sooner started, the sooner we can start dealing with thorny issues on a factual, experiential basis and revise laws if and when required. We can start training medical professionals in the subtle ethics of end of life issues.

We can start helping people write living wills that are clear and comprehensive so their end of life wishes have at least a chance of happening. Maybe they'll die in a demonstration of driver incompetence on the way to work tomorrow and it's all for nothing, but who knows? More and more of us are living longer and longer, and to be blunt some of us are taking longer and longer to die.

I don't remember the exact quote, but one doctor essentially said during an interview, "I've been helping my patients live my entire career, there is no way I'll help them die." I was very sorry to hear that. We are all going to die, and for all too many of us it will come sooner than expected or under circumstances we wouldn't wish for. Not everybody will take advantage even if the opportunity is there, but people should be permitted to express their wishes about their end of life, and insofar as practically possible, the medical system should help them achieve it.

Saturday, March 5, 2016

Quantum Night, a review

A first for this blog! I periodically mention the various books I've got on the go, but this is the first time I'll devote an entire post to one book.

Quantum Night by Robert J. Sawyer

Back in the day I only read science fiction, and whatever else the high school teachers forced into me.  I was a big fan of Asimov, Clarke, Heinlein, and Niven, but my library includes lots of other writers. When I say the cover price for many of the books downstairs are less than $3 you'll know how long ago my reading tastes were formed.

Sadly, 3 of those 4 have passed. (I just checked.) Over the years I found that I don't read as much as I used to. There are lots of other things for me to do, and I don't know just how to say this, so I'll spit it out. Lots of what gets published now bores me. Too many of them are essentially paint by numbers novels. Predictable.

Lots of writers obsess about the first few paragraphs of a book, hoping to hook the reader. I never read them when I'm trying to decide to buy it or not. I'll open the book to some random page in the middle, and read that. Yeah, I get that I don't know who any of the characters are, or what's going on. I'm more interested in the flow, and the taste of the writing.

Eventually, if I buy, I get to those first paragraphs, but I don't put any weight on them. I wait a few chapters. I give the writer some time and space to see what the characters get up to. After a while the books sort themselves into 3 groups.

The first is that I'll realize I don't care. It doesn't matter how good the writer is. If I don't care what happens to the characters I'll stop reading and go onto whatever else next on my list. Sometimes I'm cranky or tired, and I'll give it a second chance. Notice I am emphatically NOT saying the books are bad! I'm saying they aren't doing it for me, and I'm fully aware you might might think it the best book ever written. That's fine.

The second is where I start asking myself, 'why am I reading this?' Maybe its a book club book and if I want to have something to say at the next meeting, I need to read it. Maybe it won a prize of some sort, or is recognized as having some special literary merit. Maybe I know a buddy that recommended it to me will be asking what I thought. I might want to see how the author did a particular thing. These are books that aren't quite turning my crank, but aren't making me put it down for good. Sometimes I'll chug on through. Sometimes I'll bog down.

The third are the ones where I don't ask myself anything, unless it's late and I ask myself exactly how awake do I need to be at work tomorrow. Unfortunately they don't come along too often.

But one just did. Quantum Night by Robert J. Sawyer. I bought it the evening of March 1, and started it, KNOWING I had to be on top of my game at work.  Just a few pages in, I put the iPad down, knowing I'd want to appreciate the first time. Most of Friday, and a bit of Saturday and here we are. Appreciating it. Knowing that I'll never read it again for the first time.

This is proof that hard science fiction doesn't need space ships. None in sight here. What is in sight is an interesting starting point, a what if that ties into the world, and then leads the reader on a fascinating trip. A head trip, in many ways.

I was hooked right from the beginning. Part of it is the prose, solid and well done, with some science-y stuff but not beating you over the head with it. Part of it is intelligent dialogue. Part of it is resonance with some ideas that have been rattling around in my head. The usual way I express it is, 'what if we had a test we could give a child or an early teen, that with near certainty could tell if that person would become an alcoholic or other drug addict if exposed?' Do that person's parents or friends, or society at large have any special obligation to keep that person from trying said drug?

Sawyer takes it an audacious step further, with a few twists and turns along the way. Only a couple of which I predicted, which is superb! I love it when a writer surprises me. Plus for Canadians there are a few interesting tidbits along the way. I chuckled at the political correspondent's name because not only did I recognize it, I've actually met him and own several of his books.

There's a reason Sawyer has won a mitt-full of awards, and he might well win more with this book. Fans have had a bit of a wait since his last book, but they have been rewarded. I got my copy from Apple's iBook, it's available on Kindle, and I'm just suspecting there is paper in bookstores, if you're old school.

Something I learned a little while ago is that book stores don't keep books around very long anymore. Maybe only a week or two and they're thinking about sending them back if they aren't selling. So if you're a paper person, interested in a good read, like intelligent science fiction, get your tail down to your local bookstore now!

Thursday, March 3, 2016

The running is good, but

Tuesday was an indoor run at Talisman. I started creaky and stiff and it felt slow. Heavy feet and legs.   My thought was that if I lasted 30 minutes I'd be happy. It never got easy and it never felt good. I chugged along. The sound was down on my phone so I had no idea how far I'd gone. I was astonished that it said 4.75 K in 30 minutes. Walked and stretched, enjoying the glow.

These sorts of runs are why you stick with it, and why you time almost everything. The clock will never lie. Later on I even played with the math, and it added up to 21 laps of the outside lane.

Wed in the pool for an ok swim, though I was fading fast at the end. At least there was no chest or shoulder pain. Hot tub!

Thursday ran in the almost warm and sunny evening after work. 5 K, 33 minutes. It started really easy and felt good for almost all of it, though I was beginning to struggle a bit the last K or so. Shorts! Tech shirt! Gotta love that this time of year.

What there hasn't been is any bike. Sigh. I've got a race coming up in a couple weeks, just a shorty, but none the less I'd like to have a good day. It's looking like the bike will be the hardest part of the whole thing.

I've just started Quantum Night by Robert J Sawyer, and it's excellent so far. I'm likely to finish it this weekend, and I'll post a review of it.

The next essay is burbling in my head, on a fresh and contentious topic. Keep an eye out, I will actually have to do a bit of research for it. Did you miss either of my two most recent essays, NIMBYism, and the followup, NIMBYism revisited, both very popular, both sandwiching one of my least read posts, Inchoate. Disjointed. Which had a couple of nice photos of Celina. She was very hurt by the lack of readership.