Posts Tagged ‘Idiot

10
May
10

give me strength!

S-l-o-w-i-n-g – Video Nasty – Has It Really Come To This?

There has not been much to report over the past week. My surge of activity has taken it’s toll a little bit and the two runs that I’ve done since last blogging felt much faster than they actually were. Hold on, that’s not a very accurate description. Try this… the two runs that I’ve done since last blogging made me feel more knackered at the end than I had any right to feel.
That’s better. I suspect this is because I’ve been doing more and had less recovery time than I’m used to. Perhaps it is no coincidence then that a friend of mine sent me this little clip about the Honda U3-X Personal Mobility Prototype.

It’s been a long time since I have had a proper rant on this blog and this is too good an opportunity to miss!!
It would appear that the incredibly talented, creative and inventive people at Honda have come up with a portable and viable alternative to using your legs. As I watched the video, I experienced a range of emotions: mild amusement, disbelief, confusion and finally despair and the urge to slam my own head repeatedly in the nearest door. Why would you invent this? Who will buy it? What would you actually use it for? At first I thought of secretaries moving silently between filing cabinets extracting important documents in a seamless blend of grace and technology. But when the video cuts to the 2 women discussing a piece of art in a gallery whilst both perched on these ridiculous contraptions, I wanted to shout at my monitor. And then cry.

It is the 21st Century. Where are the Jet Packs that science fiction has been promising us? What about working on discovering the technical capability required to produce an actual Light Sabre? Why can’t I buy a jacket that renders me invisible?? It is, after all, 2010! These are the things we want. Not a high tech unicycle that looks like an epilator.

My favourite bit? “Both hands are free so carrying packages while moving is simple”.
So a teensy bit like walking then.

Soundtrack to this post: Editors – An End Has A Start

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01
Mar
09

why me??

Denial Is A Wonderful Thing – All Stretched Out – The Idiot Time Thief

Todays time for the 8.68 miles was a shocking 86 mins and 48 secs although I am going to put it down as approximately the same as my last run and say it was around the 79min mark. And here’s why…

Having bumbled around the house this morning, making breakfast, dressing children etc., I left the house later than anticipated and set off in a bit of a rush. It was only after a couple of miles that I realised that I had been in so much of a rush that I hadn’t warmed up or been on the foam roller this morning and that my legs were feeling less than special. After 3 miles or so, the legs definitely weren’t working properly so I had a 5 minute “stretch and stroll” to get rid of the niggly little pains and the burning that was beginning to manifest in my calves.

Once I was all stretched and happy, I set off again and felt much better – the legs were doing what they were told and I was feeling positively fluid. Everything seemed to be great until about the seven and a half mile mark. As I am running up the street and mentally preparing to pick up the pace for the last mile, I see a lady, mid-fifties, riding towards me on a pushbike, who has just spotted me and pulled over to the side of the road. She appears to be trying to catch my eye and appears to want to ask me a question. I stop and on closer inspection she is wearing a pink cycle helmet and matching pink framed glasses – Mmmm. From this point onwards we shall refer to her as “the pushbike imbecile”.

The Pushbike Imbecile beckons me over, gestures that I remove my earphones and…

PBI: “Excuse me, do you know the way to the garden centre from here?”
ME: “Yes, it’s back that way. You’re heading in the wrong direction.”
PBI:(indignantly) “No, I’m not!”

Now at this point, the absurdity of her last comment is lost on her, but not on me. Surely, if she is asking me if I know how to get to the garden centre, it implies she is at least unsure of where it is. So how would she know that she wasn’t going in the wrong direction, still…

ME: “You need to turn around and go back up this street, left at this roundabout, right at the next, down West Street and then carry straight on for about 2 miles”

She looks at me with the sort of vacant expression only the truly clueless can muster.

PBI: “Where?”
ME: “Back up this road, left at the roundabout…”
PBI:”Is that due East?”

At this point, I was speechless and losing both patience and the will to live so recounted v – e – r – y
s – l – o – w – l – y how she should get herself to West Street. I reckoned if she could at least get herself that far, she can annoy someone else for directions once she’s there.

So, having stolen approximately 3 minutes of my life, I estimate that 3 mins plus the 5 mins of stretching mean I was averaging about 9mins and 5 seconds per mile for my run, Yippee again!

Bringing the total for this week to 23 and a half miles and only one imbecile. Not bad going…

Soundtrack to this post: Blank Expression – The Specials




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