Go Darke

Light thinks it travels faster than anything but it is wrong. No matter how fast light travels, it finds the darkness has always got there first, and is waiting for it

Fundamental Joeyism

Running up that hill

Starting your day with an early morning run is a great way to make sure your day can’t get worse than it started.

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 skill-set.

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.