Daylight Shavings Time

Every year since 1997, I’ve shaved my head over the summer months.

When I first did it, I didn’t expect it to become a habit. I had long hair – mainly a reaction to being required to have short hair throughout school – but it was past its use-by date. I’d kept it tied back for the last few years, and I no longer had much of an emotional attachment to it. I’d sometimes contemplated the idea of shaving my head, and so decided that if I was going to get a real haircut, I might as well get a real haircut. I have a great photo of Deb’s hysterical reaction – laughter/tears/disbelief – when I returned home freshly shorn, in spite of the fact that I’d told her I was doing it.

To my surprise, I loved it. First, my “hair maintenance” overhead almost disappeared. Showers were now finished in two minutes. No time spent on doing my hair. Shaving took a little longer, of course. When it’s hot outside, it’s like having a fridge on your head. When you take your hat off (if you shave your head during an Australian summer, you’ll be wearing a hat), if there’s even a small breeze, the sweat on your head evaporates quickly, cooling it beautifully. Easier to apply sunscreen too – no hairline. You can also stick your head under a tap without needing a towel afterwards. And it almost goes without saying that you will never have a Bad Hair Day.

So now I begin shaving my head when we change over to Daylight Savings Time, and let it grow back when we change back to Standard Time. Winter is cold, so it’s nice to have an organic beanie.

Halfway there

Today I ran my first half-marathon. Results should be on the website on Tuesday. I had wanted to do a full marathon this year, but was sick in July and August and missed too much training, so I decided to enter the half. My time was around 1:59, which I was extremely happy with. I slapped the time clock as I ran under it, showing 1:59:59. My actual time was about a minute less than gun time.

My goals were firstly to pace myself properly so I didn’t end up flagging terribly in the second half, and secondly to break 2:06 so I could beat 6min/km. An outside hope was to beat 2hrs. I was wearing my heart-rate monitor, which made it easier to set the right pace, and ran the first half-hour at an average of 140. The second half hour averaged out at 147, and I was feeling great through the half way mark. I was beginning to overtake runners that had passed me during the first half, but had gone out too hard and were now fading. At that point I was still on track for a 2hr finish, so I decided to maintain the pace. The third half hour saw me averaging 161, and I did two splits for the final half hour – an average of 167 for the first 15 minutes, and 178 for the last 15 minutes, which included a good sprint to the finish line – when I turned the last bend and saw the finish line clock reading 1:58:30, I just had to go for it. It was great to do a negative split – 57min vs 1:02.

The legs feel OK, but the knees are pretty sore. I definitely need to lose the last 20kg before I do the full marathon. Roll on 2006!

Running across the finish line

Phew!

Just finished the 10km “You’re the RUN that I want”. Did it in 52:35. I wanted to run a little faster, but had the flu and tonsillitis in the last month which impacted my training quite a bit. I also was racing against Nick (who beat me, grrr), and found it difficult to pace myself properly – too much ingrained competitiveness. Was wearing my HRM and ended up with an average of 180 and peak of 201. Don’t do this at home, kids. As a 36-year-old, my theoretical max heart rate is 184. So I overdid it a little bit. Anyhow, in spite of that, the recovery was good with almost no soreness, and I did a light 3k jog this afternoon.

Let’s see how I go next year after I lose another 25kg!

P.S. I beat Cathy Freeman! Heh.

Turn off the box

I don’t watch Television.

What?

That’s often the reaction I get when I tell people that I don’t watch TV. Usually followed by “But what about the news?”1 and “Well, actually I don’t watch much TV either”2.

It started in November of 2002. I had found myself whining about the fact that I never seemed to have the time to do all the things that I wanted to do. But somehow I seemed to have the time to watch 5, 10, 15 hours of TV each week. 15 hours seems like a lot, doesn’t it? A couple of hours a night (news + current affairs program + one one-hour show) and a few more on the weekend and wham, there’s 15-16 hours a week. Easier than you thought.

Some close friends of ours had made a conscious choice not to have a TV when they first had kids. And seven or so years later, somehow they had managed to not only survive, but had remained interesting, well-informed people and wonderful parents.

I didn’t like the look on my son’s face when he was watching TV. Next time you see someone watching TV, look at their face. Have a good look. Adjectives that will come to mind may include slack, unresponsive, dull, and glazed. It’s not an attractive sight. I suspected that the same look was on my face when I was watching TV.

This thinking was happening while we were living in a small apartment while our house was being renovated. The TV reception was poor, so the kids tended to choose to watch videos rather than TV shows. So my wife and I decided that when we moved back home, it would be without TV. The kids could watch videos when they were having their afternoon rest and we would still watch films when we liked, but no broadcast television. Scary stuff. So I de-tuned all the channels from the TV and the VCR and we returned home.

The first week or two was a bit strange. But not quite the type of “strange” that I expected. For starters, the kids didn’t even ask for the TV. We hadn’t actually told them yet that we were deleting television from our lives, so we were expecting some sort of protest (Daniel was 4 and a half and Laura was almost 3 at the time). But nothing! And almost two years later, Daniel has only asked once: Dad, can I watch kids shows on TV? No Daniel, we don’t watch TV – but you can watch a video at rest time. Oh, all right Dad. Hey, do you want to play footy?

I started wondering what exactly I’d got from literally years of watching TV. Oh sure, I’ve reminisced plenty of times with friends over the TV shows we watched as kids or talked about current shows. And they are pretty good memories. But having spend thousands of hours watching TV to come up with a bunch of “X was a really good show”, “Hey, Y was a really good show”, “Yeah man, Y was really excellent” is a bit tragic, don’t you think? And the advertising! How many thousands of hours of our lives do we waste watching advertising? Which, by the way, has a crap/usefulness ratio that is orders of magnitude higher than TV, who’s C/U ratio is already pretty huge.

I’d spent a lot of time in my 20s regretting not learning how to play a musical instrument. I’d always kicked myself about not having read enough literary classics. Not having learned another language. Not spending enough time with my wife and kids. Not having seen enough classic films. But now I’ve deleted TV. I’ve learned how to play the guitar, have read more in the past two years than I did in the preceding ten, have seen most of the films on my ‘must see’ list, have started to learn modern Greek, and am more than happy with the amount of time I get to spend with my family. And I’ve started a blog 🙂

My lesson? Delete TV, create your life.

1 TV news is the equivalent of going through a tabloid newspaper in about 10 minutes, only reading the headlines and the first paragraph of each story. Because you read a lot faster than having someone read to you, you would save 20 minutes a day by scanning a tabloid over watching the evening news. So I don’t need TV to keep up-to-date with current events. Our household has The Age delivered, and there is more news and opinion on the web than anyone could ever digest, and the vast majority has far more depth and quality than anything you’ll find on TV. And the rare quality stuff that you find on TV usually has a transcript published on the web.

2 The “I don’t watch much TV” club is a very large one, with a simple requirement for membership: knowing of someone – anyone – that watches more TV than you. The “I don’t watch TV” club appears to be much smaller (but it would be great if it were considerably larger!).

Interesting Reading
Why reading is more fun than TV.
Report slams TV ‘damage’ to young.
Flow: What’s worth living for? You won’t experience any watching TV.