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fitness tracker fail
Dec. 3rd, 2009 08:28 pmMy employer is trying to encourage us to be healthy. They have a web site we can use to track our health and fitness. It is hilarious.
First thing is, it's very American and I can't figure out a way to change the units to the standard ones, and I'm not about to convert everything to miles or pounds to use a web site I had no interest in using in the first place.
It has a calender to enter your "aerobic miles." But there is no field for what you were doing. Apparently they figured you'd just add your running and cycling (and speed skating, skiing, etc.) together into "miles." What's the difference anyway? And there is no field for time or speed, which is pretty much the entire point of using software to track your exercise. And no fields for the heart rate data. It's just so comically useless, I can't imagine what the designers were thinking.
It's like some giant stereotype in action. Some manager on his fourth heart attack got a bunch of painfully stereotypical never-exercise computer programmers and locked them in a dark basement room with a few cases of Jolt cola and told them to write a fitness tracker.
I'm going to stick with my spreadsheets.
First thing is, it's very American and I can't figure out a way to change the units to the standard ones, and I'm not about to convert everything to miles or pounds to use a web site I had no interest in using in the first place.
It has a calender to enter your "aerobic miles." But there is no field for what you were doing. Apparently they figured you'd just add your running and cycling (and speed skating, skiing, etc.) together into "miles." What's the difference anyway? And there is no field for time or speed, which is pretty much the entire point of using software to track your exercise. And no fields for the heart rate data. It's just so comically useless, I can't imagine what the designers were thinking.
It's like some giant stereotype in action. Some manager on his fourth heart attack got a bunch of painfully stereotypical never-exercise computer programmers and locked them in a dark basement room with a few cases of Jolt cola and told them to write a fitness tracker.
I'm going to stick with my spreadsheets.
