Arriba! Arriba!

[davywavy]

So, off the the gym last night where, in the spirit of “Oh God I might have a beach holiday in 6 weeks time and I look like a blancmange”, I stepped up my regime to include some 200m running. In the process I was astonished to discover that I can do the 200m within 5 or 6 seconds of the world record time.
Now this isn’t quite as impressive as it may sound, 5 seconds being quite a big percentage of the 20-ish second world record, but it’s pleasing to know that I’m only 25% slower than the best athletes in the world.
It also brings home quite quickly just steep the fitness and training curve must be to shave that extra hundredth or thousandth of a second of these times; people dedicate their lives not to shave 2 or three seconds off their time, but to shave 2 or thousands of a second off. That’s why I’ll never be a world class athlete; I don’t think it’d be that difficult to get another 2 seconds off my time, but to get close to even competitive standard would require complete and utter Colin-Jackson levels of dedication that I’ll never give. The curve of ability and training gets to a point that is so steep that only true obsessives will ever climb it.

Upon arriving home, I discover that the delightful young ragamuffins from the council estate up the round were amusing themselves by stuffing foam rubber down the roadside drains, pouring petrol after it, and then lighting it. The fire brigade showed up a short while later, but the little darlings had scampered by that point.
I swear that if a mainstream party ever suggested a return to the birch and hanging, they’d have my vote like a shot.

Comments

[kowt.livejournal.com]

don't you just hate the little bastards, fortunatly all the blighters do around here is play footy in the street hence endangering private proprty.