At an event in London last week I was given a rapid demonstration of Microsoft’s first foray into the world of wearable technology – the Microsoft Band. At the end of the pitch I was left somewhat bewildered – the talk of tracking training regimes and exercise sessions and heart rates and calorie intake left me cold. And the thing looked like the latest generation of parole prisoner tag.
As I approach my 44th birthday, I am becoming increasingly aware of health. I try to moderate my food and alcohol intake. I try to walk when I can and track my steps with my Fitbit. But I don’t go training, I don’t partake in sport (unless you count chasing around after a five- and four-year-old as sport, which is debatable).
However my generation seems to be the one that has taken competitive middle aged sport to an extreme. I seem to know a fair number of marathon runners and triathletes. Now fair play to them, but extreme sports (and let’s not beat around the bush here, marathons and triathlons are extreme sports) aren’t the same as keeping fit and healthy. In fact, I have a hunch about who will be first in line for new knees and hips in later life…
If wearable computing is going to mean something to me in the context of health and well-being, it’s going to need to be something a little less about regimes. I don’t want to live under any sort of regime, thank you very much.