Went out for the year's first run last Sunday, the first for about a month. The multiple Christmas smargasbords and other festive excesses have unsurprisingly left a fatty legacy. That ghastly McKeith woman was right about one thing: you are what you eat. Exercising better/more starts here. In my unbridled enthusiasm and optimism I opted to leave the Swedemount's at home, figuring that I'll be too hot running 21k in lycra. Big mistake, it was bloody freezing. Had I looked outside I would've possibly registered that the ground was covered with frost, as it was I was too busy scrambling around for suitable mid-run nutrition, unfortunately options were decidedly limited.
Armed with a handful of Skittles and seriously under-dressed for arctic conditions I set off. Tiswas a struggle to get round but get round I did despite crucial body parts sending me distress signals. Since I started running properly in December 2013 I've grown to think of it as a somewhat therapeutic undertaking. Whereas at first the only thing on my mind as I meandered round 6 or so miles in 60+ minutes was how much I hated running, I now see it as a welcome opportunity for pondering life's important questions. Did I turn the heating off? Can I afford a new pair of trainers? How much money can I spend on a pair of jeans if I buy a cheap pair of trainers? What shall I have for tea? If I pay a grand off my student loan every year, when will I have finished paying it off? What was the name of that god awful horror film that Shelly from Twin Peaks was in? (Stephen King's Sleepwalkers). All the important questions, totally way existential.
Armed with a handful of Skittles and seriously under-dressed for arctic conditions I set off. Tiswas a struggle to get round but get round I did despite crucial body parts sending me distress signals. Since I started running properly in December 2013 I've grown to think of it as a somewhat therapeutic undertaking. Whereas at first the only thing on my mind as I meandered round 6 or so miles in 60+ minutes was how much I hated running, I now see it as a welcome opportunity for pondering life's important questions. Did I turn the heating off? Can I afford a new pair of trainers? How much money can I spend on a pair of jeans if I buy a cheap pair of trainers? What shall I have for tea? If I pay a grand off my student loan every year, when will I have finished paying it off? What was the name of that god awful horror film that Shelly from Twin Peaks was in? (Stephen King's Sleepwalkers). All the important questions, totally way existential.
Somewhere between what used to be the
Corner Pin but is now some random office and the Shell garage on
Carlisle Street East, after I'd rejected both trainer and jean ambition but
before the Twin Peaks conundrum, I decided that I really must buy
that new camera I'd been mulling over and ideally straight away. Why
wait anyway? Ever since I lost my keys somewhere along the route of a 21k run I always bring my bank card with me on a long run, just in case, so I adjusted my running route slightly so that it
finished more or less outside Argos on Angel Street. A short moment
of catching my breath followed by grappling with the new
catalogue-free modus operandi and I'm sat on the tram with a new
gadget and aching bones. Cue tram conductor dishing out tried and
tested platitudes. “You didn't check the weather forecast this
morning then?”. You're killing me honestly.
Forking out £129 and I'm now the owner
of a Canon Powershot SX510HS, light weight and compact it is and all.
I've already got a previous incarnation
of a Canon Powershot but like Hugh Hefner I don't really see the
point in putting up with things getting old and tired when there are
new models available. Plus this one has built in WiFi and a much
larger zoom. Sometimes size matters. I've not had much opportunity to
play around with it, the camera that is, but it takes a pretty clear
screenshot of the telly and a really detailed extreme close up of the
remote so it all bodes well.
Hugh Hefner aside, the main reason for
buying a new camera is because I've recently booked a flight to Seoul
in late April to visit South Korea in full spring blossom and I'm
planning on taking a whole heap of pictures of weird and wonderful
things. Aided by the Cloud and the seemingly mind blowing
connectivity of South Korea I'll be able to share pictures as I go
along. Everyone jumps for joy. Apart from my savings account which is
now officially an endangered species.
I've been to South Korea 3 times
previously. First time at birth and up til 8 months of age. Can't
really remember much. Second time was in 1987 when my parents took
me, my sister, brother and nan on a 2 week organised group travel
along with other Swedish families who'd adopted children from South
Korea in the 70s. Remember a bit more from then, got to visit loads
of urban and rural sights, massive mountain set Buddha statues and
such things, ate bulgogi, raw garlic and ginseng chicken, met my
foster mother, stepped onto North Korean soil, bought True Blue on
tape and insisted on wearing a Donald and Daisy Duck (most likely a
girl's) t-shirt. Olympic fever was widespread. The third time was in
2002 for the World Cup, which was absolutely amazing, despite Sweden
losing to Senegal in the last 16 to a golden goal. What a rubbish
invention that was. I've still got my counterfeit Freddie Ljungberg
top. One of the highlights was watching a South Korea game at Seoul's
version of Times Square on the screens normally reserved for
advertising, sat in the middle of a blocked off, 14 lane wide
crossroads, amongst hundreds of thousands of enthusiastic, but ever
so polite, Koreans.
I can't wait. I was deliberating
between South Korea and Japan but ultimately chose South Korea
because the flights were cheaper and the cost of things is a lot
less. Frugal as I wanna be. It'll be really interesting to experience
the place as a weary and cynical 37 year old as opposed to a naïvely
excitable youth. A week in Seoul and a few days in the ancient capital of Gyengju, "the museum without walls", is on the intended itinerary. Plus eating lots and lots and lots of Korean food. Word: Kimchi. And I'll be damned if I get Gok-ed there. Word has it the shopping is first class and dirt cheap so I may
throw caution to the wind and get both trainers and jeans. Live a
little!
Yessss, awesome camera and even better holiday planned, nice one mate!!! I got Hels a DSLR for xmas, still all on 'auto' at the moment as we have no idea how to use it but thinking of booking onto one of Harrisons training sessions. I know you've got a bridge but could be worth a look or at least popping into the shop!? http://www.harrisoncameras.co.uk/Training.htm
ReplyDelete...errr 21k first run of the year, you animal (well done)!! Helen got me a Nike+ sports watch at crimbo so consider myself re/fully-motivated to hit the roads and hills again asap. I'm still waiting to get out after tweaking my neck a bit sleeping like a moron but will be back on it soon.