My Garmin Forerunner 305 has arrived, so I can track my speed, elevation, position and heartrate as I move my training out of doors. A USB interface, bundled software, and online workout analysis suggest that too much information will be available in the run up to April 22.
Up to now I've been working out indoors, and over the last six weeks or so, as I've been building up my stamina, I've whiled away much of the time I spent exercising watching music TV on LCD screens built into treadmills and stationary bikes.
This is what I've learned from all that gazing at the idiot box: Gwen Stefani, while possessed of a billowing wheat field of golden hair and an enviably toned post-partum abdomen, has the style of a six year old let loose in a fancy dress shop and no discernible musical talent whatsoever.
Not much of a cultural return on the investment of my time, I can only hope that it has been worth while physically.