Too many BPM!

[f4f3]

Mixed results with the new Gym playlist last night - great warm up from Iggy Popp, up to 120 no problem, heart-rate continued to rise smoothly through Born Slippy - and wouldn't stop! My maximum rate for the cardiovascular stuff is 150, and by 8 or so minutes in I was up at 158 - slowed down as much as I could, but Firestarter put me through 150 again in minutes.

Strangely enough, surprise victor of the evening was Bad To the Bone, by the frankly scuzzy George Thorogood, and "When Love Came To Town" by BB King and U2. Something about that blue-collar blues plumped me firmly into 130 bpm territory, and kept me there as regularly as a John Lee Hooker guitar line.

I tried out some more blues this morning, and, well, looks like I'll be hearing a whole lot more of Uncle George - and with non-PC songs like "You Talk To Much" and "If You Don't Start Drinking, I'm Going To Leave" to look forward to, I'll have a big smile on my face.

Gym Summary: 45 minutes last night, 30 this morning, and still enjoying it.

Comments

Re: Blue collar - but not by the Guess Who.

[f4f3.livejournal.com]

You shameless namedropper you... Did you get a plaster cast?

Re: Blue collar - but not by the Guess Who.

[morgaine-x.livejournal.com]

Nope! I am neither Cynthia Plaster-caster nor Pamela Des Barres!

I just used to volunteer/hang out at the radio station when I was at university. CHMR - ah, those were the days!

Re: Blue collar - but not by the Guess Who.

[f4f3.livejournal.com]

That was another thing that made me jealous of you North Americans when I was growing up (along with the ads in Marvel Comics for x-ray specs and nuclear submarines you could build in your front room) - College Radio. It all seemed so glamorous and inventive, and what did we have? Hospital Radio with Jimmy Saville. If we were lucky.