Running up that hill


I am not naturally disposed towards running. In an evolutionary sense I was NOT the guy who chased the elk to the point exhaustion and then stabbed it with the pointy stick. I was the guy who thought it would be a good idea to jump onto the back of the Woolly Mammoth from an elevated position with a flint tipped shiv and whose survival was (generally) only ensured by an overly dense bone structure, an above average coating of meat, a thick cranium (with which to head-butt those that vexed us) and about half a gallon more blood than was actually required.


My ancestors definitely did not select for mental acuity. In the first person shooter sense, I am the tank… Which to be completely honest I always thought was the least glamorous of the FPS roles… requiring only the capacity to endure (mostly bullets).

Still I suppose I should be happy that I served a purpose… although in modern climes its harder to offer up these traits as a desirable skillset.

In any event, when I reached the top of the hill near my house this morning (at a distance of exactly 2.5km from my point of origin) I decided that I actually hate running. It was a moment of liminality

I don’t think I’m going to do it anymore. I’m old now. And old people shouldn’t be running up hills… its bad for them.





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      1. Lots of hills, but absolutely no mountains.
        We’re flat, but not THAT flat.

        (Also, I didn’t know anyone ever moved away from Rømø. If more than 2 people leave, there probably won’t be anyone left!)

      2. Ha ha. Yeah, pretty much nothing there. They moved to Hamburg. Although they kept the house. One of my cousins lives there now.

      3. Tunø… is that where they want to put all the illegal immigrants? There about a million tiny islands all ending in ø. They tend to blur together 🙂

      4. Tunø isn’t big enough for that. It’s so small there’s not even any cars on the island (they got a single tractor, though)

        I think the one where they want to put the immigrant center is called Lindholm.
        But don’t worry, I also had to look up Rømø, because I can’t remember which island belongs where xD

  1. That Japanese dr warned that humans only get so many heartbeats. Running shortens lives. You can find whatever advice you seek. You welcome

    1. Ah! What convenient real estate. And public transport that doesn’t try to murder you. I am… actually quiet envious. You’re living the dream, you know that right?

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