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Rubber Legs

January 2, 2009 by Richard Wright in Journal, Life

Running’s a funny game. I like it, because you play against yourself, and can constantly suss out and explore your limits. Thinking of how I run now, and the condition I’m in when I finish, and comparing that with what I was like when I started back in April 2008, the improvement is immediate and gratifying. However, because of the urge to keep pushing a little bit further, the game never gets stuck in a rut. Today, for example, was particularly odd. I had it in my head that I’d be adding a bit to my standard run, increasing the regular distance, but it went completely pear-shaped for no reason I can see. The extra bit I added in was a detour about a third of the way through, which features more up than the rest of the route. I can only assume that my legs don’t like up. Shortly after the extra bit, back on the normal route, they just… stopped playing.

Me: What the hell are you two doing?

Legs: Quitting. Right now.

Me: Oh come on, you’re not hurt. There’s nothing wrong with you.

Legs: Doesn’t matter mate, we’re out of here. You’d better stop running.

Me: I don’t think so.

Legs: Really pal? We will put you on your face, in front of all these people. Keep mucking about, and we’ll wait until you’re trying to get across the road.

Me: Well, put like that…

As it turns out, I stopped just short of the normal distance, but it’s the first time in ages that I’ve been unable to walk properly when I stopped. Fortunately, I wasn’t too far from home, so didn’t spend too long lurching along like a drunkard.

And after a stretch and a shower, my legs are more or less fine again. Leaving me wondering what the hell that was about.

In other news, tomorrow the actor who will play the Eleventh Doctor, taking over from David Tennant’s Tenth, is going to be announced by the BBC. Geeks everywhere, myself included, are making blind guesses, based mostly on personal fantasy as far as I can see (but hey, that’s part of the fun). Because I’ve very much enjoying the boxed set of UK comedy Peep Show at the moment (highly recommended, to any Americans looking for good UK comedy), I’d currently like to see the marvellously charismatic Paterson Joseph in the role. Alas, since one pundit on a forum bravely declared that Paterson is destined to get the role, because the first black man in the White House could only logically be followed by the first black man in the TARDIS, I don’t fancy my chances of getting what I want. Whoever it is, one of the great joys of this show is how it can totally rejuvenate itself by recasting the lead, and I can’t wait to see what happens next.

Expect Whovians all over the world to break the Internet with howls of adulation and / or dismay around about 17:37 GMT tomorrow.

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  1. JackieJanuary 3, 2009 at 12:27 am

    I’ve had those rubber legs before. It’s weird. Sometimes, your body is SERIOUSLY done before YOU are. Take heed!

    Since I don’t know any of the guys mentioned, nor the show mentioned, I can only hope that your favorite actor fills the role!

    What show is this? Peep show?

  2. Richard WrightJanuary 3, 2009 at 12:34 amAuthor

    Very funny show about two flatmates, which innovated an odd POV perspective combine with monologue to suggest the inner thoughts of the characters. Which sounds pretentious, but it’s bloody funny (it embraces the humour of humiliation, in an Office-like way).

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