Played cricket today. Although it was a short game (both sides being more or less equally rubbish) it was fun and the stiff breeze made for an interesting test of our skills. Which we mostly fumbled.
We won, if you’re interested. But I thought I’d post my movement stats for the innings that we fielded. For American readers, that’s the same as your kind of innings, except with ten outs. Oh and the batters aren’t limited to three strikes.
In fact: if you’re unfamiliar with the game, me and my American brother did this a couple of years ago How I brought cricket to the USA
Anyhow. Here are my stats. 
As you can see, it’s a fairly steady jog. The spikes will be mostly me trotting in from the boundary (outfield) to congratulate the bowlers and, because cricket is still gentlemanly, to applaud the batter on their way off the field. Occasionally this is ironic or sarcastic, but not often.
But if you’re unfamiliar with my sport, you might wonder what the significant dip in heart rate is about a third of the way along.
Well, because we didn’t use all our allowed overs (look that up), the opposition’s batters had to start their innings before tea.
Tea.
That’s right: we played for forty minutes, then took a break at the allotted time (you don’t mess with tea time) and took tea (being a mixture of finger food and actual cups of tea) and then went out for another ninety minutes to finish the job.
You won’t find that in the Men’s Fitness guide to weight loss, I know. But it’s how all activities should occur.
We used to have an empire, you know?
Try not to lick it 