The past few weeks I’ve been sharing my life with the Fitbit Charge 2. Normally my heart is kept well away from strangers as it’s prone to breaking and emptying itself after a bottle of Pinot to whoever will listen. But this little Fitbit fella looked pretty and seemed harmless so I brought him along for the ride as I prepared myself for the Shoreditch 10km run on the 8th of October.
My new workout partner’s specialty is he can measure your heart rate any time of day, and since he is always dutifully by my side, use this information to calculate all kinds of nifty diagnoses on how I should be working out. My Fitbit, or Fabricio as I call him, can tell me my resting heart rate over breakfast so I know how my general fitness is doing. On my morning run to the office he gently points out if I am going too near my maximum heart rate, no one wants to be too flushed when doing the morning hello’s.
The genius of my new companion is working within specific heart rate Zones. A heart rate Zone is a particular range your heart rate can hit whilst performing a certain type of activity. Of course all hearts are different, some have had far fewer deep wounds than my patched-up old thing, so the ranges are calculated using your age. Your maximum heart rate = 220 – A, where A is your age. So my maximum heart rate was… Ha, nice try.
Fabricio split my activity up into 3 heart rate zones:
85-100% of your maximum heart rate. This is when I’m really going some. Typically a spin class when I’ve got two guys either side of me- there’s only going to be one winner in that situation and it’s usually me ;)
70-84% of your maximum heart rate. I’m within this range when I’m jogging to work. The
perfect pace to get me to the office without a sweat, plus my bloodstream is usually still processing an extra-tall Latte.
3. FAT BURN
50-69% of your maximum heart rate. This can be anything from my hot yoga class to a
particularly tense episode of First Dates.
I’ve been working within these zones for the past two weeks and it’s given me so much confidence that I’m on track for the big race. It almost becomes an addiction, I find myself checking in with Fabricio at any spare moment, he’s always there for whatever my heart desires. So do yourself a favour, get yourself a Fitbit and check in to the heart rate hotel.
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