I like to look at maps. I like to plan routes. I am quite obsessed with knowing where I have been.
Not all who wander are lostJRR Tolkien
When I first moved to London, I used to walk excessive distances on a weekend, taking delight in piecing together seemingly disjointed sections of the tube map, beginning to understand how it all fitted together.
I also like data (to a degree – nothing against stats nerds, but I’m not one).
One of my first purchases after getting my road bike (to commute on, primarily), after the obligatory lights, locks and helmet, was a cycle computer. I wanted to know how far I’d been and how fast I’d travelled (or not, as the case may be).
When I upgraded to my next cycle computer (a Polar CS200), I fastidiously logged in to the Polar website at the conclusion of each commute, in order to record each data point it had captured during the pothole- and profanity-strewn ride.
I never logged cadence though, since this is a mythical piece of data that no human-built machine is capable of sensing or recording. I digress.
Cycling apps on a smartphone (in my case a labouring iPhone 3GS) were made for me.