Frozen Day 12: Let’s Talk Mileage

Temperature: -16.3 degrees Celsius

Feels Like: -24 degrees Celsius

Wind: ESE 12 km/hr

Fueled by pizza and beer, this self-propelling machine has been racking up the miles.

Let me break it down for you a bit. Almost all of my outdoor time is spent walking. So I did some google mapping and got an idea of how far my average walks have been and then compared that with the time I spent covering the distance. I’m absolutely average. I walk about 5 kilometers in an hour, so each day I’m putting in about 10 kilometers. Each day. That’s 70 kilometers in a week.

I’m all about accurate representation so I would have to say it’s probably closer to 60 or 65 since I’m not always walking. There’s music concerts and pond hockey and bench reflections and so on as well. Now, my companion is training for a marathon that’s coming up in April and has been hitting the treadmill hard. But I still clock more kilometers in a week.

It was an interesting thing to realize, but is in no way as remotely awesome as running a marathon or training for one. So I’m going to leave it at that: just one interesting fact for the day.

Time: 12:34 pm – 1:21 pm and 5:04 pm – 6:31 pm

Today’s Minutes: 133

Total Challenge Minutes: 1473/3720

Ahead/Behind: +33 minutes

Frozen Day 5: Footpath Furor

Temperature: -11 degrees Celsius

Feels Like: -17 degrees Celsius

Wind: S 13 km/hr

Ah ha! I have devised a solution to the time conundrum. It’s rather simple, really. Today, I packed myself a PB and J and let my teeth go to work on it while at my desk – which left me with one whole hour in the middle of the day to get outside and bask in all those delicious rays of golden glory.

I have also learned that Yellowknife is a lot smaller than a person may sometimes think.

With only 1 hour before I had to link my chain back up to my desk, I didn’t think I should go very far. So I started off by taking convoluted turns that would keep me near the downtown area while still adding on a fair chunk of distance and time. It didn’t take long before I was halfway across the city. I joke. Slightly. I was a quarter of the way across the city.

Now, I won’t pretend to be better than I am. I have a fault and a pretty bad one at that. I get road rage. I’m talking ferocious, spittle-flying, demon eyes, dagger shooting asphalt anger. Alas, it is just that though. I merely fume and move on without doing anything crazy. Personally, I’m not psychotic or controlled by anger, though some are. Also, my anger dissipates astonishingly quickly; it’s basically all or nothing.

Footpath furor is a bit different, but it comes from the same place as road rage. As a pedestrian you are at the mercy of the metal beasts of the street. Yes, you hold the lawful power in that vehicles mustn’t run over a pedestrian; however, they hold the power because they are infinitely stronger than you and can crush you like a soda can. I find, as a pedestrian that I choose my route based on stop signs because vehicles just won’t stop to let a person through at the cross walk without one.

What I really don’t care for is when there is a stop sign, but you can’t confidently step out onto that pavement because you see a car hurdling down the snow-covered street towards you going faster than the speed limit and showing no signs of slowing down to come to a stop. So you wait. And just before the stop sign they hammer the brakes, come screeching in, and then impatiently bug their eyes out at you while furiously waving you to hurry up and cross the doggone street! Because it’s your fault they have to wait. You big old inconvenience you.

All this aside, though, it was a nice afternoon stroll through the city. See? I told you I get over things quickly.

Time: 12:47 pm – 1:44 pm and 5:14 pm – 6:22 pm

Today’s Minutes: 125

Total Challenge Minutes: 494/3720

Ahead/Behind: -106 minutes