I am the odd one out in my family - my husband and daughters are data geeks. They all wear Fitbits or activity trackers. They monitor their sleep patterns, pulse rates, cycling performance, etc. They discuss and compare the data. Rick and I just look at each other and sigh.
This morning I went to my weekly dance session at the village hall – an hour of Country Western yee-ha. Just for a laugh Paul gave me his Fitbit to wear. It looked like a smart wristwatch. “Don’t panic if it vibrates, no one else will hear it or notice.” I’m glad he warned me.
When I got home I handed the thing back to Paul and he showed me the results on his computer. My heart rate looked very healthy, I had danced 6,925 steps and travelled the equivalent of 4.75 kilometres. I hope you are impressed.