Wednesday is work-remotely day on my team, so I naively thought I could go to the doctor at lunch and make up the time later in the afternoon.
Three and a half hours later...
That's why there's no real post today. Sheesh.
Yesterday, after a run of 77 days (beating my previous record of 70), I missed my Fitbit step goal by less than 800 steps. So embarrassing.
From May 9th until July 24th, I walked 10,000 steps every day. Then yesterday I didn't notice I was stuck at 9,200 when I was out with friends. An 8-minute walk could have taken care of that.
Still here. Just phenomenally busy the last few days. I'll at least post a link round-up tomorrow morning.
I visited the Tate Modern on Saturday to see their new building and snapped some photos. Here's the north face with the Millennium Bridge off to the left:
A better photo of the west entrance foyer:
And one of the staircases in the new building:
Later today or tomorrow, a couple photos of my hike in Buckinghamshire.
Yesterday I started a new job as a Principal Architect at SPR in Chicago. It's a cool gig, and I'll be working with lots of great people, including some I already know (and to whom I'm sure I now have to pay hefty bribes for the references).
I'll be writing more later this week, but I'm kind of swamped at the moment.
Last night some friends and I drove out to the middle of nowhere and popped off fireworks. It's a longer story than that, but it was tons of fun. I'll have photos when I get around to it.
Note: Parker did not join us.
Also, tomorrow I'll have some news. Check back.
Yesterday's walk had a number of consequences, including some discomfort that has persisted until today. But I also blew away my Fitbit personal records. Yesterday's results:
Which makes my top 5 now look like this:
Yesterday's weather worked out, too. It was almost completely overcast, until I hit the heavily-wooded sections of the trail up in Glencoe and Highland Park. And it was cool; I don't think it got above 20°C. So I didn't sweat too much and I was able to keep a fairly brisk pace.
I will now limp to my lunch appointment. And I'll post Parker's birthday photo later this afternoon.
Today's light walk: 28.95 km in 4½ hours, totaling 32,595 steps. Voilà:
I am now going to take a shower.
Parker's birthday photo will be up tomorrow. He's 10!
Yes, I'm a little obsessed with finding out how far I can walk in one day, but you won't have to read about it much longer. Tomorrow's forecast looks perfect: sunny skies, 24°C, and some good breezes to keep the air clear and me cool.
And even as I'm contemplating walking 30 km or so, I have to stop and just be awed by British marathoner Sara Hall's Fitbit data from her 2 hour 30 minute running of this year's London Marathon. Her average pace (3'35" per kilometer) is roughly three times faster than I'll go tomorrow. And given that she only took 28,914 steps to cover a marathon, her stride was a full 144 cm—just a few shorter than I am tall.
Also, don't worry about Parker. He's not coming on a five-hour walk with me. He'll be at doggy day camp.
I'm traveling to the Land of Uk (aka The United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland) next week, which got me wondering if I've actually seen the country in every month of the year. So I worked it out, and yes, as of 1 September 2013, I've seen the UK in every month of the year:
||2001, 2010, 2011
||2001, 2010, 2015
||1992, 2014, 2015, 2016*
||2002, 2009, 2012, 2014
||2001, 2009, 2010
||2002, 2014, 2015
In all, I've made 34 discrete trips to the UK since my first on 11 June 1992, with 31 arrivals at Heathrow, 2 at Gatwick, and 1 at Dover (by ferry from Belgium). Oddly, only half—17—have been on non-stop flights from O'Hare. And I've never flown non-stop from O'Hare to any UK airport other than Heathrow.
File this away under "personal trivia."