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Would you get HR consolidation of an activity with a watch for an activity such as strength training. I.e. if I was doing crossfit and started an activity on my instinct but left it in my gym bag out of range. Would the watch download that heart rate data into the workout file once I returned to the instinct and save the activity?




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Thanks for the review. I mainly use the HRM Tri for Soccer but I am experiencing problems with updating the training load when I make an acitivity with HRM-Tri and downloading the heart rate data after the activity. I give the watch and the hrm-tri up to 10 minutes in the resume/save screen, but that does not help.


Assuming you have such a watch and you have set it to take distance from step count and stride lenght instade of GPS and connected the HRM-Pro as HRM and running sensor. Now you start a running activity, but leave the connectivity radius of your watch wearing still the HRM-Pro. When you come back to your watch and end the activity, what data will be uploaded into the fit-file of the activity? At least the heart rate as that is what these feature was created for during swimming activities (and what your review stated). But is there stored and later transmitted into the fit-file anything else?


In the evening Dick came down into the[169]basement kitchen again to crack some butternuts.He knelt by the brick hearth and beganto pound. I could have told him better thanthat. There was a crack in a corner of thefireplace, and all of a sudden off slipped thatring and rolled into it. Of course!


There were many similar items added to the account during the nextfortnight. It seemed that Mr. Ashly Crane had nothing better to do withhis European vacation than to give Miss Clark and her companions a goodtime, or, as he intimated to Miss Comstock, "to get into closer touchwith the company's ward." Naturally he was a godsend to the Comstockgirls, for he could take them to places where without a man they couldnot go. There was a mild orgy of motoring, dining, and theater. PussyComstock, experienced campaigner that she was, made no objection to thisjunketing. A fixed principle with her was to let any man spend his moneyas freely as he was inclined to. Yet she skillfully so contrived thatthe young banker had few opportunities of solitary communion with hisward. At first Mr. Crane did not understand why the Glynn girl or one ofthe Paul sisters was always in the way, and then he comprehended theartful maneuver of the woman and resented it. One afternoon, when he hadtaken the party up the river, he announced bluntly after tea that he andAdelle were going out in a punt together. Leaving Miss Comstock and thethree other girls to amuse themselves as they could, he stoutly pulledforth from the landing and around a bend in the river. Thereafter hisefforts relaxed, and he had Adelle to himself for two long hours. AndAdelle, reclining on the gaudy cushions under an enormous pink sunshade,was not unenticing. Her air of indolent taciturnity was almostprovoking. Mr. Ashly Crane quite persuaded himself that he was really inlove with the young heiress.


So he sighed, and when the cab shot into the umbrageous dimness of oldtrees he took the girl's hand in his. She made no attempt to withdrawher hand. Probably Adelle was more frightened by this first experiencein the eternal situation than the man was, and that is saying a gooddeal. She took refuge in her usual defense against life and its manyperplexities, which was silence, permitting the banker to press hercaptive hand for several moments while the cab tossed on the uneven roadand Crane was summoning his nerve for the next step. Her heart beat alittle faster, and she wondered what was going to happen.


At last Adelle had a young man! He was not much of a young man in theeyes of Miss Comstock or Irene Paul, perhaps, but Adelle did not carefor that. Incipient love awoke in the girl all her latent power ofguile. This time she did not "give herself away" to "Pussy" nor to hercompanions, knowing instinctively that her toy would be taken away fromher if it was discovered. For two months she managed almost dailymeetings with Archie Davis without arousing the suspicion of any one,except possibly Miss Baxter, who did not consider the matter seriously.When late in May Miss Comstock took it into her head to motor to Italyfor a trip to the Lakes and Venice, Adelle tried her best to escape, butfailed. She departed sulkily, and managed to scrawl a letter and post itprivately almost every day. Each mile that bore her farther from Parisfilled her heart with gloom, and she made mad plans of escape. Heremotions having at last been stirred dominated her exclusively. Shewanted Archie every moment. She wrote him to meet the party, casually,somewhere. But Archie, alas, was altogether too poor to follow his ladyabout Europe. She would have sent him the money for the journey if shehad known how to do it. Instead, she sent him picture postcards of themonuments of southern France and northern Italy.


If Archie realized Tom Clark's return to Highcourt, he was wise enoughto make nothing of it. He was in a poor way nervously at this time,playing bad polo and drinking altogether too much. He stayed away fromthe city, which was a nuisance to Adelle, but he spent most of his timeat the country club. Adelle meanwhile was wrestling with herself; withwhat people have the habit of calling the "conscience," but what hadbetter be called the "consciousness," endeavoring to realize more fullythe position in which she found herself. The idea within, like mostideas hotly nursed in a troubled brain, was growing all the time, untilit filled all her waking moments and most of her dreams. She had to willdeliberately not to take the little path up the hill to the mason'sshack. Once she yielded, and when she arrived breathless, her heartthumping, she found the door safely padlocked. The mason had gone to thetown for supplies. She sneaked back to Highcourt by a roundabout coursethrough the eucalyptus wood, to avoid meeting her cousin on the path.Thus day by day she lived in an agony of preoccupation, so that evenArchie began to notice how thin and pale she was, and attributed herdistress to all sorts of reasons except the right one, of which he knewnothing. Her friends said that she was "trying to do too much," neededdistraction, and recommended a trip somewhere, though what she did,except to dine and lunch out a few times each week or trail about theunfinished estate and play with her child, would be hard to say. Adelle,in truth, was thinking, thinking harder than ever before in her life.Her new secret was the most stimulating influence, next to her child,that she had known in all her life. Her brain once started led her intoall sorts of mad by-paths, ramifications of perception that she and thereader, too, might not suspect lay within her powers. She asked herselfwhat the mason, with his ideas about the injustice of property, would dowith her money? She began even to question the meaning of life! Itsqueer treatment of her, in jerking her up to a high plane of privilegeand then throwing her down in this unexpected manner, appeared for thefirst time inexplicable.


Just now, as has been said, a greater illumination had come over herspirit than was ever there before, although for the life of her Adellecould not have expressed in words what she felt, or at this time put hernew thought into concrete acts. But with Adelle acts had never beenwanting when the time for them came, and her slow mind had absorbed allthe necessary ideas. The judge recognized the illumination in the youngwoman at his side. For the first time in her life, perhaps, at least forone of the rare moments of it, her face was in no sense vacant. The widegray eyes that looked forth upon the sordid world of Clark's Field wereseeing eyes, though they did not see merely physical facts. Instead oftheir usual blankness or passive intelligence, they had a quality inthem now of dream. And this gave Adelle's pale face a certain rareloveliness that in human faces does not depend upon color or line oremotional vivacity. It is rather the still radiance of the inner spirit,penetrating in some inexplicable manner the physical envelope andcreating a beauty far more enduring, more compelling to those whoperceive it, than any other form of beauty intelligible to human eyes.The judge perceived it. As the carriage slowly retraced its way throughthe crowded streets of Clark's Field, he silently took the young woman'shand and held it within his own, smiling gently before him as one whounderstood what was too complex to put in words. He was an old man now,and it was permitted him to express thus the compulsion of Adelle's rareloveliness, thus to confide to her the sympathy of his own dreamingheart. The little ungloved hand lay within his old hand, warm andpassive, not clinging, content to rest there in peace.


I met a man in late 2013 who was a stranger and due to circumstances in my life we had to cross paths.I literally felt this man walk into the room as i had my back to him.I jolted emotionally,spiritually,mentally and physically. I have never felt this experience with another human being in almost 50 years of life.I was 45 at the time and since that day my life has changed drastically.I got divorced from a bad marriage, have come out the other side of severe depression and anxiety and PTSD.I have a deep respect and love for this man and i couldnt forget him if i tried.After meeting him i felt propelled to get better and heal.He had such a healing affect on me.While i was with him i was reliving a trauma but at the same time felt completly safe with him at the same time if that makes sense.He is the only human being i have felt complete safeness with.To the point that when i remember it i get overwhelmed with gratefulness.I feel like he is the love of my life in a true sense and meant with respect and not whimsical.I would never do anything to hurt him or interfere with his life and feel a profound protectiveness towards him.He had a profound affect on me and i only spoke to him on the phone a few times and met him once.When i first heard his voice it went straight into me deeply.No other human being has had this affect on me and he is still in my heart and soul to this day and i feel like it just gets stronger and grows.I get overwhelmed by the strength of it but it is very comforting when i think of him.When i think of him there is no fear just a completeness i cant explain and never felt with anyone in my life.Just pure respect and love.Dianna


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