As part of the 2007 me, needing to be slimmer and brighter, yesterday, I did a 15 miles cycle ride against icy rain and gales to reach the gym.
I leapt on the running machine (I haven’t run for years) and thought 5k should be no problem. So off I jogged – I realised the gradientwas set to 2 so I flattened it. I tried to make it negative gradient but the running downhill button must be broken. I set the speed to 10 but my legs complained about being so blurred so back to 9. By then, after what seemed hours, I noticed the distance I’d covered was 0.44 So that must be broken too! I jogged on and saw a red-faced sweating idiot in front of me – yes a mirrored wall. My specs kept slipping.
Anyway when the distance reached 1.0 I hit the emergency STOP button.
The time said 6:58. My knackered leaden legs said that meant 6 hours and 58 mins but the attendant said it was minutes. I said was the 1.0 miles or units of 10 miles? He said it was one km! Never! I told him he was broken too.
My son tells me he had the same experience when running after a long non run period. I would have tried again today but by the time I reached the gym I was too knackered. Why? Because it the gales blow beautiful music through our trees and telephone wires, but also through my bicycle spokes. It was playing Home Sweet Home as a strong hint my bike preferred to stay in the garage while it was so windy. So I pulled on some wellingtons and trudged through mud and long grass the short cut way to the gym. A sauna and jet spa later I trudged back.
Two rejections this week so far. Clarkesworld and Apex Digest gave helpful but no no comments for my Ubiquitous sci fi short. I’m still contemplating transcribing my Left Luggage sci fi trilogy into a filmscript and try submitting that way. I have experience writing TV sitcom scripts but not movies. Could be a loooooong job. But I have to complete Exit, Pursued by a Bee first. Time time where do you go?
