meme-ity and jogging
Oct. 16th, 2004 04:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
burntcopperWent jogging without watch for the first time *ever*, having made a resolution that I'd do it by distance rather than time spent. Which was... oddly freeing. Because normally I'm glancing at my watch whenever I get near a marker, going 'you should be *there* by x minutes'. I wasn't going particularly fast. But I went a lot further before having to stop than I'd expected, and I have no idea how long it took me. Stopped, got breath back, splashed river water on me to cool down (the fantabulous advantages of jogging route being alongside a river - not only is it pretty, it's there when you're boiled), drank water, started back. Rather relaxing, atch.
Jogging along the river rather interesting. You normally see at least one other jogger, no matter what time of day or week it is. They are invariably faster, fitter and more hardcore than me, as I am a lazy little sod who will often go a few months without jogging. But still, it's pretty and much better than a treadmill. Not to mention the 'aaaghh! Swan! Give it at least fifteen metres space!' and 'oh, christ, the cows are out again... careful, careful, slowwwwww... that one looks disturbingly like a bull. :checks underneath: I see no udders. we will be very quiet and make no eye contact. Please be more interested in that cow next to you.'
The poetry meme, from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
copperbadge. Mostly I don't like poetry. I like little bits. But I've seen so much bad that as a rule I don't touch it with a bargepole. Rhyming prose is fine, poetry is just... eurgh. And I really don't like it when it doesn't rhyme, having been brought up on songs and shanties and rhymes. Even in GCSE English Lit exam, where we had to deconstruct a piece of WW1 poetry, I picked the eight-liner. So I give you a bit of Neil Gaiman from Sandman, near the end.
All around me darkness gathers,
Faded is the sun that shone
We must speak of other matters
You can be me when I'm gone.
Jogging along the river rather interesting. You normally see at least one other jogger, no matter what time of day or week it is. They are invariably faster, fitter and more hardcore than me, as I am a lazy little sod who will often go a few months without jogging. But still, it's pretty and much better than a treadmill. Not to mention the 'aaaghh! Swan! Give it at least fifteen metres space!' and 'oh, christ, the cows are out again... careful, careful, slowwwwww... that one looks disturbingly like a bull. :checks underneath: I see no udders. we will be very quiet and make no eye contact. Please be more interested in that cow next to you.'
The poetry meme, from
copperbadge. Mostly I don't like poetry. I like little bits. But I've seen so much bad that as a rule I don't touch it with a bargepole. Rhyming prose is fine, poetry is just... eurgh. And I really don't like it when it doesn't rhyme, having been brought up on songs and shanties and rhymes. Even in GCSE English Lit exam, where we had to deconstruct a piece of WW1 poetry, I picked the eight-liner. So I give you a bit of Neil Gaiman from Sandman, near the end.All around me darkness gathers,
Faded is the sun that shone
We must speak of other matters
You can be me when I'm gone.
