It couldn’t have been a more straightforward days training, a run for 45 minutes at a steady pace. So after work I pick out “War of the worlds” to watch on the TV as I pound the treadmill (streets still covered in slush). I have seen the film before but was enjoying myself until it gets to the part where the alien storm makes all of the electrical appliances go wrong just before the long legged tripods start to vaporise people (At that very moment I was wondering if the adrenalin caused by watching the film was having a favourable effect on my performance). I then become aware of a very strange noise and I realise that it is the running machine making it. It then stops and there is both Tom Cruise and I looking at our electrical appliances wondering why they aren’t working, spooky.
Shaking myself free of my amazement I grabbed a black winter running jersey and headed outside to complete the run (20 mins to go). After all conditions outside can’t be that bad. I was wrong, they were. Our road is dark and the pavements were covered in the most awful mush peppered with ice so I decided to run on the road, dressed almost entirely in dark colours with the exception on my pale cold legs. After I had been verbally abused by several understandably narked drivers who had nearly run me over, I hit the town centre where the paths were reassuringly gritty and clear underfoot. It was then that I passed a shop selling day-glow running jerseys. Mental note to self, get one tomorrow it will be cheaper than replacing the running machine.
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