Starting off slow, but after completing 25,000+ steps today I came home and did a little exercise. 30 push ups (3 sets of 10 reps), 45 crunches, and 30 leg raises. I’ll incorporate some additional features over the next couple of days. Ideally, I’ll do 30 minutes of strength work every morning. Maybe that will kick the metabolism up a notch or two.
I was actually pleasantly surprised I could manage a push up…
And then there is this:
Maybe if we crushed Kim Jung Un, he’d look like a marshmallow?
Well, I got down to 209. And then I was stuck there for two weeks. Then I started weighing in twice a day (as opposed to the once weekly routine).. Ever since I’ve been fluctuating between 211 and 215. Not exactly gaining, but I’ve definitely hit a wall. I may have to say goodbye to my weekly smoothie and the peanut butter on my celery.. I so want to find my way (weigh) to 199. Fighting!
Fifteen years.
Added a new feature to today’s Namsan hike.
Eun Oke consented to join me on this mornings walk. I asked her how long she thought she could walk. She figured maybe an hour…
Ten minutes in and she needed to rest after the climb to the Grand Hyatt…
But her presence gave me a new perspective on the walking experience. For example, I found the views much more pleasant…
Another short break on the climb up…
And another rest a while later. She was a real trooper though…
I was surprised it was her first time on Namsan since she was a child…
She made it two hours today. Not a bad start. Proud of her effort.
Now I’ve got some spare ribs cooking for lunchee. A good day so far!
Eun Oke likes to draw and she is quite talented at it. Even when she has crappy material to work with.
You can’t fix ugly!
So, she posted this rendition on Facebook saying:
“My handsome boy friend for apologize gift. But I have been thinking about drowning him one day. I feel it’s the day.”
I *think* she misspelled “drawing”. But just in case I’m not taking her anywhere near the Han river tonight.
Back home from the Philippines. A mostly good trip. I’ll let the photos do the talking…
The breakfast view each morning…
I was forced to cheat on my diet when I spotted a Monte Cristo sandwich on the menu. Haven’t seen one of those in over 20 years!
A typical lunch. T-bone for Eun Oke, smoked pork for me… Everything was well prepared, service was friendly and efficient…
And it was hard to beat the specials!
The night life was a lot of fun too. Eun Oke made friends everywhere she went. She was very kind and generous with the bar girls. I was impressed and I guess they were too…
Two of her favorites were Wennie and Cherry. It was Wennie’s 27th birthday so we bought her a cake. She cried when she saw it…
It was a happy birthday for a hard working working girl…
Eun Oke got into the spirit of things by joining the girls on stage for a dance…
Eun Oke also gave Cherry and Wennie the dresses they are wearing in this photo. She loved making the girls smile…
A new night, a new city (Angeles) and new friends…
And when “Gangnam Style” was played Eun Oke did what any self-respecting Korean would do…she got up and danced….
…on stage!
It was fun while it lasted.
Day 2 of our long weekend in the Philippines.
The pool side bar at Orchid Inn.
Eun Oke slept in so I enjoyed a pleasant breakfast poolside at the Orchid Inn. This is where I stayed on my cherry trip to the PI ten years ago, so it was nice to sit with my old memories.
And the pool. Lots of fun memories here…
I had arranged a 2:00 p.m. checkout so once Eun Oke roused from her slumber I walked her over to Norma’s to exchange some dollars for pesos. Then we sat street side at Kokomo’s where the girlfriend ate lasagna and I drank beer. Also arranged for a car to take us to Subic through Kokomo’s. Poor bastard got a ticket on the way though. Either speeding or an illegal pass (or both). He was in a foul mood afterwards of course.
The infamous Walking Street in Angeles City is not as scary by day…
Enjoying the food and passersby at Kokomo’s…
We checked into our room at Arizona a little after 3:00 p.m. Nice spacious room (#28 for those in the know) with a fair view of the bay. 10% discount thanks to Gavin and Philippines Addicts (a web forum I’m a member of). After getting settled in and changing clothes we popped downstairs to check out Score Bar.
The view of Subic Bay from our balcony…
The view of Eun Oke all decked out for a Friday night on the town…
Five years since my last visit and the place had been remodeled. Sat down where the bar used to be and ordered us a couple of SML’s. And then the same thing that had happened the previous night occurred again—Eun Oke was surrounded by the curious Score bargirls. She actually seemed to enjoy being treated like a rock star (or in her case, a K-Pop star). And soon enough she had bought her entourage a round of lady drinks. I told her she should save money by handing out autographs instead of drinks! Anyway, I think seeing a Korean female in the bars is unusual and I was surprised at how pervasive Korean “culture” is amongst Filipinas. They were all talking about their favorite Korean drama stars and singers.
Miss Popularity in Score Bar.
Knowing I wasn’t going to permit a second round of drinks I suggested we check out other venues. Walking up the road I saw a nail salon, noticed my overgrown toenails, and popped in for a pedicure. The GF didn’t want the foot work but she was talked into a back massage.
Next up was the SOB (Sons of Baccus, and no, I’m not sure why it’s called that) at Hot Zone. This event features a dance competition from the dancers at various bars. The girls go all out with costumes and choreographed dance routines. Eun Oke seemed to really enjoy the show and we both agreed the pole dancer after the show was incredible. I did pretty well in the raffle drawing as well, at least well enough to make the P1100 (per couple) entry fee a relative bargain.
The joint was jam packed with revelers…
Here’s a video of the pole dancer.
Walked back to the Arizona, and not ready to call it a night just yet dropped in for another visit to Score Bar. Most of Eun Oke’s new friends were still there and invited themselves to join us. I had already impressed upon her the need to end the practice of buying mass LDs, advising that she pick one or two girls to drink and engage with. Of course, when there are 10 or 12 gals surrounding your table with puppy dog eyes thirsting for a drink it’s tough to pick two and disappoint the rest. I came up with the bright idea of giving Eun Oke her first ever body shot experience. She didn’t freak out at all. So, I bought her another round from two girls this time. Eun Oke got into the spirit of things and insisted I join in with body shots of my own. It was fun while it lasted, but I decided we’d best bail before things got completely out of hand (and pocket). It was the right call, because the tab exhausted the last of my pocket money. More in the room safe, but I try to not spend more than I bring out for the night (5-6,000 pesos).
And let’s just say the night’s festivities put the GF in a happy mood. So day 2 ended sweetly.
After dropping off our bags I took Eun Oke for a quick tour of Walking Street in Angeles City. It was late of course, but she was still amazed. I gave her a quick lesson in how to ignore the touts and street vendors. And then it was time for me to introduce her to her first girly bar. I chose Voodoo because it was small and maybe not too overwhelming. Not surprisingly, the lineup of girls at that late hour was not impressive, they were all overweight and lacking in the pretty qualities. Our waitress was very friendly and engaged Eun Oke is some conversation. When the waitress left for our next round of drinks Eun Oke commented that she was surprised how friendly people are in the PI. And then without prompting from me, she offered a drink to the waitress. She accepted, and then gave us each a free drink! That was a nice touch.
We then moved down the street to a larger venue, Dollhouse. I was shocked at just how obese these gals on stage were. Eun Oke commented that fat and t-backs are not a good combination. There was a group of Korean men upstairs making it rain (throwing money on the stage) which of course set the dancers off in a mad money grabbing scramble. Eun Oke was not impressed and shared my view that it seemed demeaning to the girls. I did point out that they were working for a living, and money is money no matter how it is earned. Still, my preference is to reward with generous lady drinks one-on-one. To each his own I suppose.
We decided to walk on up the road and popped into Angel Witch. We sat down at a table near the stage and I noticed we were the only customers at this late hour. About the time our drinks arrived there was a rotation of dancers. And to my surprise the girls coming off the stage immediately surrounded our table. That’s never happened to me before!
I guess it still hasn’t, because I wasn’t the attraction. Apparently they had never seen a Korean woman in the bar before and they treated Eun Oke like a movie star. They besieged her with questions, rubbed her arms and shoulders, and made her feel special indeed. I think she loved the attention because again, unprompted by me, she ordered a lady drink for all ten of them! Yeah, waste of money perhaps but they were all having a good time and you really can’t put a price tag on that kind of fun.
The happy dancers at Angel Witch
We then returned to our room, relieved some tension, and fell into a happy sleep. I reckoned the trip to be off to a better than hoped for start, so I was very pleased indeed. Next up—day 2 in Subic. Stay tuned!
I’d written in an earlier post about my plan to bring my new Korean girlfriend along for my weekend jaunt to the Philippines. In the monger parlance I’m bringing sand to the beach. The potential for disaster with this plan is evident, but the chance that this woman might just enjoy this aspect of my life made it worth the gamble. Here’s how it is going so far.
Prepared for any contingency. Monetarily at least…
The first stage of the journey obviously was getting here. Eun Oke was supposed to meet me at my house at 1700 which would give us plenty of time to make the airport for our 2100 flight. I walked home from work so she could park her car in my garage (parking on the street in Seoul can be a bitch). She calls at 5 and says “what time do I need to be there?”. I told her now and asked her where she was. “Home” (an hour away). I told that’s not going to work, so she said I’ll take a cab to Incheon airport and we’ll meet there. I was a little frustrated about this turn of events but nothing to be done but make my way to Seoul station and catch the airport railroad on my own.
Eun Oke arrived about 30 minutes before I did and to her credit she had worked her way through half of the longish check-in queue when I joined her. And she was looking smokin’ hot in her cut-off jean shorts, so all was forgiven.
Who could stay mad at that?
Our Asiana flight departed 15 minutes late and arrived at Clark a little after midnight. We were seated at the back of a full flight, so of course we were at the end of the line for immigration. It was here that the Eun Oke made an astute observation: out of the hundred or so folks in line (primarily Koreans) she counted only four other women. “What’s up with that?” she asked. “Probably here for the golf” I lied.
If getting there is half the fun I expect we will have a blast!
After clearing immigration, we made our way to baggage claim. What a fiasco! My bag came out early and hers came out last. Apparently they only have one trailer to haul the bags from the plane to the terminal. Or so it seemed. Bags would come out in spurts, then stop for awhile, then start again. During the hiatus, I could hear the tractor starting up to fetch another round of luggage. I took this opportunity to remind Eun Oke that in the PI frustrations like this are best just laughed off. So we did.
As bad as the wait for our bags was, getting through customs was infinitely worse. Now, I’ve done my share of traveling over the years. But in no airport I’ve been in anywhere in the world did customs search every fucking bag! I don’t know if this is something new or if they were looking for something specific based on a tip. When I made it to the front of the line they had me unzip my bag, gave it a cursory glance, and sent me on my way. Didn’t even ask to look at the backpack I was wearing. So it was an entirely pointless exercise. Ah well, grin and bear it, right?
The driver arranged through the Orchid Inn was there waiting. Now this is on me, but I *assumed* he worked for the hotel. Nope. I was preparing to give him a tip when we arrived at the hotel when he told me “that will be 450 pesos”. I’m thinking what the fuck, I could have taken a cab for that price. Eh, I’m committed to maintaining a “who cares” attitude this trip. Paid him the 450 and checked into our just before 2:00 a.m.
Stay tuned for part 2. Eun Oke’s first experience on Walking Street in beautiful downtown Angeles City.
Here I am in my birthday suit..
I never expected that I’d ever be buying a new suit. But a new job and new requirements conspired to make such a purchase inevitable. I’ve learned the hard way not to talk about work here on this humble blog, but I guess it is safe to say I attended a meeting with the U.S. ambassador, to Korea, Mark Lippert, today.
You may recall that Mr. Lippert was attacked by a razor blade wielding assailant last year. As fate would have it, one of the attendees at today’s meeting was also present on the day Mr. Lippert was slashed. According to this gentlemen, he was the third person to restrain the attacker. By his account it was his foot that was placed on the throat of the slasher. You can see a video recreation at the link above if you so desire.
Anyway, no violence at today’s meeting thankfully. Mr. Lippert was *ahem* very diplomatic during the meeting and there were really no surprises, which is the best possible outcome in affairs of this nature. So I left pleased.
Rode over to the embassy with a 2-star general in one of those fancy cars, so that was a treat I suppose. One thing I learned is that I need to get me some business cards made. It seems so 20th century but it was awkward during the introductions when I didn’t have a card to share. Aw well, I’ve had worse occasions of a faux pas I suppose. Next time I’ll be better prepared.
Here’s a random shot from my birthday that I rather like:
My Commie friend Choonae (right front) treated me, my drinking buddy Hae Young (left front) and my yoja chingu to a birthday shot. Yes, I’m lucky. Get over it.
Tomorrow I fly to the Philippines. I guess I should say we, because I’m bringing “sand to the beach”. What the hell. Might as well find out if Eun Oke can handle the lifestyle.
Anyway, it’s all good. That’s what I keep telling myself anyway.
Today I commenced my 62nd annual journey around the sun. Wish me luck!
Last year’s journey drew to a close with a surprise breakfast birthday party by my sneaky co-workers…
As tradition dictates, I successfully blew out all the candles on my cake.
I decreed that politeness dictated that I break my diet in the spirit of the occasion. There was no way I was saying no to pecan pie!
Had to go on base Saturday to be fitted for a new suit I’m having made (I guess that makes it a birthday suit!). Eun Oke joined me on that errand and I took her to see my office. I must admit she looks better in the Director’s chair than I do…
Eun Oke bought this nice shirt for my birthday…
And I gifted myself with becoming debt free.
For the birthday meal I made samgyetang for the first time.
Slow cooked for 8 hours.
Eun Oke said it tasted better than her mother’s. I hope that means it was good.
Saturday night we went out to celebrate the B-day at Shenanigans. I had good intentions to keep the alcohol intake at moderate levels. But word got out about it being “my day” and all and people kept buying us shots.
…and things got a little bit blurry after that…
We finished the night at Grand Ole Opry where Eun Oke added this money message to the collection. I asked her if I wasn’t perfect and she said no, but you are “good enough”. Thanks. I think.
All in all it was a special day.
Having company on the weekend has made it hard to get my walking in. Barely managed 15,000 steps both days. I’m going to have to buy Eun Oke some walking shoes soon…
Random songs appropriate for this last Saturday in August.
Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
Fritter and waste the hours in an off-hand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way
Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
But you are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun
And you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it’s sinking
And racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in a relative way, but you’re older
And shorter of breath and one day closer to death
The longer I live the more I believe
You do have to give if you wanna receive.
There’s a time to listen, a time to talk.
And you might have to crawl even after you walk.
Had sure things blow up in my face,
Seen the longshot win the race.
Been knocked down by the slammin’ door.
Picked myself up and came back for more.
Life’s a dance, you learn as you go.
Sometimes you lead, sometimes you follow.
Don’t worry ’bout what you don’t know,
life’s a dance, you learn as you go.
Yes, my guard stood hard when abstract threats
Too noble to neglect
Deceived me into thinking
I had something to protect
Good and bad, I define these terms
Quite clear, no doubt, somehow
Ah, but I was so much older then
I’m younger than that now.
White line fever, a sickness born
Down deep within my soul
White line fever, the years keep flyin’ by
Like the highline poles
The wrinkles in my forehead
Show the miles I’ve put behind me
They continue to remind how fast I’m growin’ old
Guess I’ll die with this fever in my soul
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kU0WcW2k2tc
Every time I look in the mirror
All these lines on my face getting clearer
The past is gone
It went by like dusk to dawn
Isn’t that the way?
Everybody’s got their dues in life to pay
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7Wzic15m7YQ
And the seasons they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and down
We’re captive on the carousel of time
We can’t return we can only look
Behind from where we came
And go round and round and round
In the circle game
I ain’t as good as I once was
I got a few years on me now
But there was a time back in my prime
When I could really lay it down
And if you need some love tonight
Then I might have just enough
I ain’t as good as I once was
But I’m as good once as I ever was
…gets domesticated.
Picking up where I left off:
Saturday night it was back in Itaewon. Had some samgyeopsal with the nephew and girlfriend then went to East and West, the rock and roll bar above Grand Ole Opry.
Speaking of Eun Oke, it was interesting how we met. Basically she saw me on a friends Facebook and told him she was interested. He conveyed that message to me and this being the 21st century and all, I looked her up on her Facebook page and liked what I saw. So maybe not a traditional blind date, but we have hit it off amazingly well. She’s certainly not like any other Korean female I have known attitude-wise. It’s early, I know. But I’m looking forward to seeing her again.
Sunday morning breakfast for two,,,
This week it was chili in the crockpot.
I’d missed my Saturday tradition of climbing Namsan because I got a better offer. Hey, exercise is exercise. Ahem. Anyway, after saying a sad goodbye to Eun Oke I set about getting it done.
I hit the wall and kept on going…
You’re going down! Er, technically I was going up. Those fucking stairs…
Got back down the mountain, took a shower, then took an ass whuppin’ in darts.
Today I took the long way home from work…just about 2 hours on the Han riverside….
I’ll let Kevin Kim tell you about how damn hot it’s been…and I’ve got the sweat soaked shirt to prove it!
Changed out of my wet clothes and did the dishes…
…the laundry…
…and hung it up to dry.
Having worked up an appetite, I threw some brats on the grill. They were delicious thank you very much. Two for dinner, two for tomorrow’s lunch, and one for a co-worker who craves my brats..
Yes, yes I know. Don’t hate me because I live such a damned exciting life. It’s what I do.
This song actually came up on my youtube playlist while I walked at lunch. My daddy used to sing it to me…
What counts as a good night for me.
I invited Eun Oke to my place for dinner. It was great to finally have someone to cook for…
The ingredients. Chocolate, shrimp, ribeye steak, baby back ribs, baked potato, mixed vegetables, banana pudding, and of course ice cold beer.,
Eun Oke seemed pleased with the effort.
Afterwards I suggested an old-fashioned pub crawl–one drink in each bar until we could go no further…
First stop–Scrooge Pub.
Bar number 2–Dolce Vita.
Then on to my bar home Shenanigans.
Our fourth stop was Dillingers…
The we moved on down the highway to Route 66.
By the time we got to our sixth bar, Sin Bin, things were getting a little blurry…
We finished up at our 7th venue, Debut Bar. At least one of us was still on their feet…
I’ve got to hand it to Eun Oke, she’s a real trooper. I insisted we walk back to my place which in hindsight might not have been my best idea of the night. But we made it. Poor girl is still passed out on the bed. And no, I won’t share the picture I took of that!
To top it all off, Fitbit even awarded me a new badge!
Life has its ups and downs to be sure, but I’m still in the game!
I wanna glide down over Mulholland
I wanna write her name in the sky
I’m gonna free fall out into nothin’
Gonna leave this world for awhile
And I’m free, free fallin’
Yeah I’m free, free fallin’
Chicken salad to be precise…
23,852 steps, 3 gin and sodas. And feeling fulfilled. Maybe it gets better, but this ain’t bad.
Work is already a pain in the ass. But let’s not go there.
Let’s just say I earned my celery today….
Dart shirts arrived.
What the Bulls?
My Fitbit says I walked 157,877 steps last week. Or 75.44 miles if you prefer. A new record. Doing it in the heat and humidity was especially challenging. Managed just under 25,000 today.
My resting heartbeat is consistently in the low 70s, so that’s good. I got into the 140s climbing those damn stairs on Namsan, which I suppose is about right too (my max heart rate is 160). No idea what happens if I exceed that. Die perhaps? Anyway, climbed 121 floors on the mountain, and 550 for the week. That’s actually the one stat I don’t trust. Mainly because I can’t fathom how the fuck it knows when I’m climbing stairs. Methinks it might be counting uphill as stairs. Who knows?
The creepiest feature of the Fitbit is that it monitors my sleep. For example, last week I averaged 5 hours 11 minutes of sleep. I do best on at least 6 hours sleep. But it also really gets into the weeds on sleep stuff. Last night I apparently fell asleep at 12:02 and woke up at 5:27. During that 4 hours and 43 minutes I was restless 15 times equating to 42 minutes. No idea what I’m supposed to do with that information however.
What’s gonna happen next?
Who knows? One day at a time. One day at a time.
Little by little I’m tearing down the old life and working towards finding a new future. I’m struck by the fact that it seems like I’ve come full circle. In 2010 I was in the job that I’ve recently re-acquired. I was looking to retire in the Philippines in September of that year. Then Jee Yeun convinced me that she was a better option. I believed in her. Turns out a life with me was not a happy one for her. And so she turned her back on all I had worked to build for us.
Which has pretty much left me with nada y nada. Nothing to do but move forward from here and try to get it right this time. Those six years I invested in the woman who supposedly loved me can never be recouped though. I say this tonight because I think I’m finally over it. I’m back to where I was, and perhaps I’ll be smarter this go round. We’ll see.
So, I am flying to Olongopo in the PI on 1 September. I’m going to try and get a feel for whether that is someplace I could make home for myself and perhaps find some peace and satisfaction in whatever remains of my so-called life. I wish I didn’t care but I can’t seem to help myself. And so it goes.
(yes, I am blogging while drunk. sue me.)
On Friday I called an “all hands” meeting and laid out my vision for the future and my expectations from the staff. Which is that they continue to be the amazing professionals that they are and make me look good in the process. As motivation, I bought them pizza and chicken. That’s my leadership style..
In all seriousness I am proud to be associated with these folks. My work family gives me a reason to get up and engage every morning. Otherwise I might just revert to my natural state of being a worthless drunk. Shuddup!
With rank comes privileges…
On Saturday I took these stairs to the top of Namsan. It was not a pleasant experience.
I feel worse than I look as improbable as that may seem…
But i got ‘er done!
This morning I prepared some Mississippi roast beef. Tweaked the recipe some and IMO got a juicier and more flavorful result.
And then I spent almost 4 hours on the river. Hardly got rained on at all.
You’d have to be crazy to date a guy like me. But this weekend I met a gal who was willing to give it a go. Friday went so well she came back for more on Saturday. And it was nice to be reminded that maybe, just maybe, I’ll find my way back. Thanks for that Eun Oke!
Mientras estás vivo hay esperanza
Went for my followup visit with the ophthalmologist today. The blister is still there, albeit smaller. It’s also pain free. Doc suggested I continue with the eye drops and it should go away in another week or two. That’s what I think too.
Also picked up my repaired Galaxy J7 phone today. That walk in the rain only cost me W145,000. So far. I need to get a new screen protector installed as well. And of course I lost all my apps. Not a problem re-downloading but I hated to see all that walking history disappeared. Oh well, the Fitbit will cover me from here on out I suppose.
I inexplicably awoke at 0300 this morning. Tried to force some more sleep out of my body but finally gave up a little after four. On the bright side I got my laundry out of the way, did the dishes, and fried up some eggs. Then I hoofed it over to Soonchunhwang hospital for the above mentioned appointment.
I also awoke to a contract offer on the house. Printed it out, signed it up, scanned it, and emailed it back to the realtor. Here’s hoping the deal goes through. To facilitate that I went to the legal office on base and got a power of attorney so the daughter could handle the closing ceremony on my behalf.
Oh, and I also managed to do some work at work.
Right now I am fixin’ to dive into these:
Table for one please. As usual.
Doctor, my eyes have seen the years
And the slow parade of fears without crying
Now I want to understand
I have done all that I could
To see the evil and the good without hiding
You must help me if you can
Doctor, my eyes
Tell me what is wrong
Was I unwise to leave them open for so long
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fqFUmo8VVg0
Yesterday was my first day back in my new/old job.
My desk, just the way I left it over 6 years ago. Well, neater now but give me a little time…
The view from the desk. As Army offices go, I’d say mine is worthy…
And here I am hardly working.
In other news, the kids report a successful yard sale (defined as over $900 in purchases) which pretty much completes the sell-off of my broken dreams. Whatever didn’t sell is going to charity.
And I got an offer on the house which I’m accepting. Still losing my ass but not to the extent I expected. I’d rather go for a quick sale than to pursue recouping more of my investment in a future that never came.
And that’s the way it is.
In a bit, I’ll be fit. Or so the folks at Fitbit would have me believe.
My daughter loves her Fitbit and suggested I would too. So I picked one up at the PX. Didn’t realize they came in sizes and I inadvertently grabbed a small. Which just barely fit around my wrist. So I exchanged it the next day for the large size which is much more comfortable. Then the battery gave out half-way through my walk and I was “fit” to be tied. Gave it a full charging overnight and today it carried me through my entire walk. Actually, the battery is supposed to be good for 5 days of “normal” use. Hope so. It’s still showing “fully charged” so far.
The Fitbit has some nice features. In addition to steps, miles, time-elapsed, and calories (all functions my phone app has) the Fitbit measures stairs as well as heart rate. I’m happy to report my resting heart rate is usually in the 70s (although at this precise moment it is 83) and anything under 100 is considered normal. I checked on the internet and my maximum heart rate should be 160 (220 minus your age is what I read). When I finished climbing the steps to the top of Namsan yesterday my heart rate was 147, so I guess that’s about right too.
Another thing Fitbit does is send you these motivational badges for achievement. Like my recognition for having some ups and downs on Namsan. This is the Roller coaster badge for exceeding 125 floors. And according to my Fitbit from the bottom to the top of Namsan by stairs is the equivalent of 83 floors…
This is the “Classics” badge for exceeding 25,000 steps which I received for my Han river stroll today. Big whoop, I did over 30,000 yesterday.
Anyway, it’s not a bad tool and given my misfortune with phones it should be a more reliable resource for keeping track of my highway pounding rituals.
Friday night I played in a dart tourney in honor of Mat’s birthday.
Drew his wife as my partner and we pulled out a second place finish!
The reward for my Saturday climb…
Bacon cheeseburgers baby!
I ended the night at the Grand Ole Opry.
Country style!
There were spinning some fine country tunes, but not the one I was really feeling…
Up early this morning. Laundry and cooking. And this is what I cooked.
Two chickens in the pot are better than one in the bush…
Falling right off the damn bone…tasty!
Facebook shared this memory today. I’d like to sit down and have a long talk with that young man…
Wife number 1 and my two sweet kids…
And one more weekend is in books.
Well I’m back again for another night
Of trying to break free from this sadness that I can’t lay to rest
This old honky-tonk sure does feel like home
And the music with the laughter seem to soothe my loneliness
Turn it on, turn it up, turn me loose
From the memory that’s driving me lonely, crazy and blue
It helps me forget her, so the louder the better
Hey mister turn it on, turn it up, turn me loose