I attended a culture festival in Bombay a couple of days ago and one session (as of course it would be on today’s times) was on artificial intelligence and the performing arts.
After the interval session at the track, I thought, might there be a future where machine learning or artificial intelligence can do the intervals for me. Ludicrous? Perhaps literally.
Could a device tethered to the body, perhaps a next to next generation Oura ring or Whoop bracelet, make my heart beat faster and mimic the exhaustion of intervals even as I lie down and watch a season on AppleTV?
Imagine that. Sitting on a couch, breathing heavy, panting, and letting some device control your body. Sounds like bad sex.
But to imagine even further, a device that it is autonomously programmed to make your cardiovascular and other systems do work or rest or sleep as it monitors what should be the best outcome for your body and mind. That you set it on autopilot. That perhaps it can give you micro-doses too – an upper or a downer depending on the chemical (im)balances of your body.
But hey man. I just want to run with curly haired Gaju. I just did ten hard 500s with him. With every walk back to the 100m start point, feeling exhaustion and exhilaration with doses of impatience, wanting the session to finish.
No way I am letting any robot do the work on my behalf on a couch. Perhaps I am just old school like that – I don’t wear a Whoop or let Garmin or Apple Health tell me if I am in optimum mode or I need recovery or more sleep.
That’s just me dumbing me down. One way or the other.
Writing about Running 