More running, this time with satellites

Another long run last weekend. 16 miles in 2 hours 49 mins.

Only this time I tracked it with Nokia's Sportstracker application that uses the built in GPS on the N95 to measure distance, speed, time, etc.

This is all good. Sportstracker is a free mobile app and an online service which logs your runs, and allows you to look up other peoples routes. Much like Nike+ or Mapmyrun.com (I've been using the latter).

However whilst the phone allows me to export to GPX and KML, the website does not provide the tools to embed the resulting map into my blog, so I have to link to it instead.

Whilst this is a bit lame, it is probably my only complaint about the service. The only other thing missing from the website is a volume of users, the community areas of the site seem a bit empty - probably because no one thinks about Nokia when they think of personal fitness.

I ran 12.5 miles today

Not quite half the distance I have to run in April.

The Infinite Cat Project

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15 days of fame, and counting...

Justin wears the camera 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. He says this is for the rest of his life. This is Justin.tv. Meanwhile in the Guardian, Oliver Burkeman provides an overview of other exercises in boredem and banality, including cheddarvision.tv.

Orwellian scenes in Islington

George Orwell used to live in London. At 27B Canonbury Square, Islington to be precise. Not to far from my place as it happens. Within 200 yards of the flat, there are 32 CCTV cameras, scanning every move. via Gridskipper

Twitter

Now you can know what your friends are doing every few minutes, or read their weird and random thought-fragments, or as Mashable puts it, it's The Evolution of Blogging, Cat Version: There's a public stream, which is a bit like standing at the end of a driving range being hit by golf ball sized thoughts from people you don't know. But I think there is more to it to that, not that I know exactly what it is yet. You can see what I am doing here, but I think I will be lucky to post more than once. There's a more serious discussion about it by Ross Mayfield.

Paris half-marathon

I ran half a marathon in Paris the other week. Although the training plan was pretty loose (and some weeks non-existant), the run itself was not that hard for most of the way. I only really started to feel it in the last third of the race, especially between the 15th and 18th kilometre. Then the last few kilometres seemed to take forever, until Angella encouraged me to go a bit faster near the finish, at which point I managed to pick up the pace and it seemed easier all of a sudden. So having run most of the race together with Angella, I finished looking over my shoulder hoping she was behind me. I ended up about 30 seconds ahead of her at 1 hour 55 mins.

Inaugural Post

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