Last year I received a lovely little iPod Shuffle as a gift for being the World’s Best Best Man™ and it really is the perfect size and level of technology for my limited attention span and level of technological kno… um… sorry, I drifted off there for a second.
Rona told me that her iPod was a Godsend when she started training in January but as yet, I’ve always managed to forget to take mine out with me when I go running, probably because of my limited attention sp...
Anyway, today I had it in the office and took it with me at lunchtime when I jogged down to the Gyle shopping mall (probably a mile and a half away) to buy a birthday present for Rona. On the way down, the weather was overcast but dry (“with an outside chance of precipitation”, as Heather on TV would say) and I enjoyed a selection of fine rocking tunes which definitely seemed to put the slightest of springs in my step. However, when I emerged from Marks & Spencer after 15 minutes of shopping, the heavens had opened and it was “p#ssing it down big style like an elephant with a bladder control problem”, as Heather probably wouldn’t say.
The first two minutes of running in the rain were truly miserable but remarkably, after I was as wet as I could get, it was actually quite refreshing and, dare I say it without sounding like a complete running w#nker, slightly spiritually uplifting.
Now I’m no scientist (certainly not since the funding for my ambitious TWIPAS – Turn Woman Into Pizza After Sex – Project was withdrawn by Congress following allegations of “playing God”) but there’s something chemical going in your body when you run. (probably all the little numskulls in the left hand side of my brain screaming “WHAT THE F#CK?” to the ones in the right – see Fig. A below) and it must make your emotions rise very close to the surface. Get the wrong song on your iPod and you could, I would imagine, quite easily find yourself bawling like Kate Winslet at the Golden Globes… were she to somehow win two awards on the same night… when the ceremony takes place in five weeks time!?!
Rona told me that her iPod was a Godsend when she started training in January but as yet, I’ve always managed to forget to take mine out with me when I go running, probably because of my limited attention sp...
Anyway, today I had it in the office and took it with me at lunchtime when I jogged down to the Gyle shopping mall (probably a mile and a half away) to buy a birthday present for Rona. On the way down, the weather was overcast but dry (“with an outside chance of precipitation”, as Heather on TV would say) and I enjoyed a selection of fine rocking tunes which definitely seemed to put the slightest of springs in my step. However, when I emerged from Marks & Spencer after 15 minutes of shopping, the heavens had opened and it was “p#ssing it down big style like an elephant with a bladder control problem”, as Heather probably wouldn’t say.
The first two minutes of running in the rain were truly miserable but remarkably, after I was as wet as I could get, it was actually quite refreshing and, dare I say it without sounding like a complete running w#nker, slightly spiritually uplifting.
Now I’m no scientist (certainly not since the funding for my ambitious TWIPAS – Turn Woman Into Pizza After Sex – Project was withdrawn by Congress following allegations of “playing God”) but there’s something chemical going in your body when you run. (probably all the little numskulls in the left hand side of my brain screaming “WHAT THE F#CK?” to the ones in the right – see Fig. A below) and it must make your emotions rise very close to the surface. Get the wrong song on your iPod and you could, I would imagine, quite easily find yourself bawling like Kate Winslet at the Golden Globes… were she to somehow win two awards on the same night… when the ceremony takes place in five weeks time!?!
Anyway, not that this happened to me or anything, but let’s just say that for safety’s sake, Sarah Mclachlan’s “When She Loved Me” from the ‘Toy Story 2’ soundtrack is now safely stored back out of harm’s way on iTunes.
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