Good morning All,
Now yes that's what I call "summer". With weather like this I won't want to move out of this country ( ...who the hell said "Shit"? ).
I hope you enjoyed your weekend. Mine was splendid. Running in the park on Saturday morning, mountainbike tour of 25kms on Saturday evening, and running again yesterday evening, it was great. I almost died, but great.
You see I bought myself a nice "Polar" watch, that checks my heart rate and calories consumption during my exercises. Hehehehehe, big mistake, biiiig mistake. First of all one has to enter all kinds of details ( age/weight/sex etc ), then your watch will give you your so-called "Own Zone", a set of lower limit and higher limit, where you should maintain your heart beats for a "smooth" and efficient training. Yesterday my "own zone" was set between 123 and 149 heartbeats per minute. I ran for exactly 26 minutes and 30 seconds, and guess what my sophisticated little instrument told me afterwards, I had been in my tolerance zone for exactly 1min 11 seconds. Hahahaha, 170's here we come. The last 200metres ( on flat ) were made at 190 ( I thought my heart would explode ). Psychologically this is bad news. It basically means my physical condition is shit...plus the fact that at my young age heart attacks are a risk every time I lift my legs. What devastates me is that Karine, who likes to roll her little "ciggy" before we go running, cruises along with heartbeats around 140...Grrr! When we finish our tour, she starts warming up...
Sometimes, knowing too much is NOT a good thing ( oohh yes, and we bought a new bathroom scale too...)
Have an excellent day
A group of 3rd, 4th and 5th graders, accompanied by 2 female teachers, went on a field trip to the local race track to learn about thoroughbred horses and the supporting industry, but mostly to see the horseys. When it was time to take the children to the bathroom, it was decided that the girls would go with one teacher and the boys would go with the other. The teacher assigned to the boys was waiting outside the men’s room when one of the boys came out and told her that none of them could reach the urinal. Having no choice, she went inside, helped the boys with their pants, began hoisting the little boys up one by one, and held onto their “wee wees” to direct the flow away from their clothes. As she lifted one, she couldn’t help but notice that he was unusually well endowed. Trying not to show that she was staring, the teacher said, “You must be in the 5th.” “No, ma’am,” he replied, “I’m in the 7th, riding Silver Arrow, but thanks for the lift.”
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