Jackie has an Old Fashioned, while I’m drinking a 3 Floyd’s Zombie Dust, a decent pale ale that sounded more interesting than any of the IPAs on tap.
2025-10-20 12:42
Zine-fest and Fungus-fest!
Jackie and I spent an hour or so at the zine-fest at Lincoln Square, and then another hour or so at the fungus-fest at Anita Purvis Nature Center.
The highlight of the zine-fest, of course, was Tony who was there with his Alphistia zines:
But there was other stuff as well. Teacupweeb was there (sadly with no new Birb stuff). There were at least three people who made fancy stickers, of which I purchased several:
I really liked the Steller’s Jay, and the raccoon was suitably scary. (Raccoons are terrifying. The have hands, and they work in teams. If they learn to smelt metal, humanity is doomed.) I thought Steven would appreciate the Ax-olotol (swinging a big ax). (I didn’t get him one though. I’m going to put mine on my laptop.)
The big fungus sticker at the bottom was from the zine-fest. The smaller ones higher up were from the fungus-fest.
The zine-fest was great fun!
We had great fun at the fungus-fest as well! We got the stickers (see above). We also each bought an Illinois Mycological Association t-shirt! (Mine is printed with glow-in-the-dark ink, which I’m expecting to enjoy very much, once it gets dark.)
Among the many other activities, there was a woman using stencils to paint mushrooms on people’s arms. Jackie and I each got one done. With sparkles!
We also got in a walk along the boardwalk in Busey Woods, which is always a good walk. I neglected to get any pictures of that, but it was fun even so.
Great fun! I’d recommend either fest for next year!
2025-10-07 9:55
At the orthopedics place there are close handicap spaces, then these less-close, but still central spaces. But really shouldn’t there be distant spaces “Reserved for persons with unlimited mobility”?
Weird metrics from today’s run 🏃♂️
I haven’t been running enough, so I went for a run today. The metrics are kinda funny, by which I mean my Fitbit thought it was an insanely hard run. I thought it was interesting enough to post about.
Fitbit calculates heart rate zones based on your “heart rate reserve,” which is your maximum heart rate minus your resting heart rate.
Your resting heart rate (roughly what you’d get if you checked your heart rate right after you woke up, before you started moving around) the device actually measures. My resting heart rate, according to the Fitbit, was 56 bpm. (It actually hit 44 bpm at some point while I was asleep, but your lowest resting heart rate is a different number.)
Your maximum heart rate, though, isn’t measured. Instead, it’s estimated as 220 minus your age. I’m 66, so that comes to 154. So my heart rate reserve is 154 minus 56 equals 98. Then my various zones are calculate as a fraction of the reserve plus the resting rate. Zone 5 (peak activity) begins at 85%, so my zone 5 begins at (0.85 ✖️ 98) + 56, which comes to 83 + 56 = 139. All the parts of my run shown in red in the map above were run at a heart rate at or above 139.
In fact though, my maximum heart rate is way higher than that estimate. I have in the past been somewhat dubious of the maximum readings shown by my Fitbit during a run, because all the wrist-worn devices sometimes sync up at your foot-strike rate, so you get anomalous readings around 180 (a common foot-strike rate). But I also check my heart rate doing other exercises, such as kettlebell swings, where foot-strike rate doesn’t matter. Plus, I get heart rate readings from my Oura ring, which is not wrist-worn, and which doesn’t seem to have the same syncing-with-foot-strike problem. So I know my max heart rate is much higher.
On this run, for example, the maximum heart rate as measured by my fitbit was 169. My Oura ring thinks the peak was 166 (but it averages over 5-minute periods, which smooths out the peaks quite a bit).
Anyway, if you take 166 as my actual maximum heart rate, then my heart rate reserve is 110, 85% of it comes to 94, so my zone 5 range ought to begin at a heart rate of 150, rather than 139.
I find that a lot more plausible. If the Fitbit is right, then I just spent 36 minutes in zone 5, which seems very unlikely. It was kind of a hard run, because I haven’t been running enough, but I not only could have talked while I was running, I actually did sing, which is one of the markers for being in zone 1. (I was listening to and singing along with some Kpop songs.)
So, I think much of that run, even some of the bits shown in red above, were in zone 2 or 3, not zone 5.
Whatever the heart rate metrics, it was a rather slow, rather short run: 3.15 miles in 58min 10s.
Much better than not running.
Updated next morning: I slept great after my run, and woke up feeling great. Legs not sore at all. Overnight heart rate right back down to my current baseline.
I’m not explosive at all
For an athlete, being explosive is good. You can jump higher, run faster, hit harder, and (the point of this post) thrust a sword more quickly. Sadly, I’m perhaps the least explosive person around. This is very frustrating when it comes to sword fighting, because my thrusts aren’t quick enough to hit my opponent, whereas their thrusts are quick enough to hit me, before I can parry them.
I can obviously compensate in various ways. I can try and be very deceptive, and then launch an attack that is so surprising my opponent can’t react. I can get very good at parrying, so I can stop an attack with a very small movement that doesn’t have to be so quick. I’m working on these things.
But one other thing I can do is work on explosiveness.
This will have other advantages too. Explosiveness (roughly the same thing as power) is an aspect of muscular strength that disappears early as one ages, and it’s very useful. Just being strong is great, if you want to lift something heavy, but power (or explosiveness) is what you need if you catch your toe, and then want to get your foot out in front of you before you fall down.
I’m going to have to do some research on training for explosiveness, but one exercise that I already know that I can start training right away will be to throw my slam ball. Some people do that facing a wall, so they can catch it and throw it again. But I think I’ll throw it, and then spring forward as fast as possible to pick it up and throw it again, so I can train both explosive arm strength and explosive leg strength.
2025-09-06 11:35
Onions, three kinds of peppers, and some breakfast sausage, sautéd, two scrambled eggs, a little taco sauce, then wrapped in tortillas.
I call the breakfast dish Wavy Rancheros.
2025-09-05 12:04
Two things I’m allergic to are ragweed pollen (which is at its annual peak right about now), and household dust (which has been at a peak this morning, because I’ve been decluttering, dusting, and vacuuming in the living room).
Although wearing a mask is an obvious move to minimize getting household dust in my nose when I’m doing housework, I usually don’t think of it until my nose is all snuffly. Today though, I remembered. And it worked great! No snuffling at all!
Am I about to become a fitfluencer?
I’ve finally started getting invited to fitness influencer events! I got email today offering me a chance to get early access to a new line of athleisure clothing if I attend their event!
Sadly, their event is in Los Angeles. And, based on the images, their clothing line is for women. I’d look funny wearing their short skirts and tight tops for skinny girls.
Still, once I show up on one brand’s radar, surely other brands will start noticing me.
Note: I have no interest in being a fitness influencer or a brand ambassador, or getting early access to athleisure clothing. I don’t even really have any interest in free athleisure clothing, although I’m not sure I’d turn it down, because that’s just the sort of ethically ambiguous guy I am.
Pictures of me in exercise clothing, so that future firms know what they might get:
If that doesn’t make you want me wearing your athleisure clothing in my content, well, I guess you probably don’t want me wearing your athleisure clothing in my content.
2025-08-31 7:34
There’s a reason they call it the golden hour.
2025-08-17 08:54
Me: You’re a good girl Ashley! There’s no girl good-gooder than you! You’re the good-gooderest!
Jackie: Good-gooderest?
Me: Do you know a girl that’s good-gooder? If not, she’s the good-gooderest.
