I’m a great believer in solving problems by throwing my wife’s money at them. Today we bought a new lawnmower.
I was geeky enough to wear <em>_colin</em>, my distance monitor gadget while I was mowing the lawn. The garden is biggish, but I was staggered to find that cutting the grass, and making the regular trips to the compost heap in the far corner, involved a total of 3.4 miles of legwork. Even more startling was the discovery that while I spent 2 hours 5 mins moving around the garden I was evidently stationary (according to the "rest" reading on my Garmin Forerunner) for even longer: 2 hours 40. I have to keep this information close to my chest, or it may be misinterpreted.
Yesterday, I had my first run since the marathon. The usual 3½ miler. It was a bit puff and pant, but that had more to do with my few days of… rehydration and carb replacement than a hangover from the marathon.
