Moving at a certain speed?
Ok, so this is something that has been bothering me for some time now. I raised the topic with @Woolworths the other day, and she agreed 100% so I thought I’d put my thoughts down, see what others say. Do we as active sports people move at a different speed than most other people (your ordinary office worker as an example).
Here’s an example. I’m driving through the neighbourhood, and get stuck behind someone going 40km/h. Now, I’m not saying go at 120km/h and break the law, but at least drive the speed limit asshole. I might not be in a massive rush, but I’m wasting time because you’re drooling on your steering wheel in your half-dazed coma. I can name several examples, but the point I’m making is that I feel like myself and my exercise nutter friends operate at a different pace to the rest of the world.
Let me explain, my work week usually starts at 5:20am, when the alarm rings in the dawn of a new day, and my fat cat rolls itself off the bed and heads downstairs to be fed (then discovers breakfast will be late, like yesterday and the day before). I get dressed in cycling kit, pack my work clothing etc, head downstairs, make breakfast (feed the now moaning cat…you would think he would realise after months of living with me that there is always food, no need to make a fuss) and head off for my one hour commute around 6:15am. Arrive at the office park around 7:20am, having done 27.5km’s of cycling (having survived the odd taxi and Golden Arrow bus). Shower, get ready for work, have my first cup of coffee at 8am. Not bad for waking up at 5:20am, versus sitting in rush-hour traffic getting your blood pressure up etc.
At 5pm, I head off to the gym again, get dressed, cycle home (another hour), get home around 6:15pm. If the weather and light (difficult in winter) allows, swop straight to running shoes and go for a quick 20min run around the neighbourhood. Shower, make dinner (and feed the cat who seems to be always starving *the light…it’s…fading…*) then relax.
Weekends are the same, take for example the average Sunday. Get up at 6:30am, meet the guys at 7:30am, cycle maybe 80 or 100km’s, get home, have a light lunch, then meet some friends for a run around 4pm, run an hour, get home, think about dinner and before you know it, it’s relax time in front of the 8pm movie on tv. If it’s an event day, we sports people might get up at 5am, pack the shoes, bike, surf-ski, kite-board or whatever you do, drive to the event (usually with a buddy because if you’re up at that hour, someone has to suffer with you *grin*). Participate in the event, appreciate the views and suffering, share war-stories at the finish line, then drive home. Now if I compare this to some people I know from the office, they only wake up at 10am, make lunch, then sleep the entire afternoon, watch tv, then go to bed.
The question is…do we live at a different pace than these folks, or is it merely our perception due to being active all the time?




Saturday evening I went to see Terminator Salvation with @Woolworths. Must say, I really enjoyed it. It’s not a super happy movie, it’s not a carebear sing along feel good movie. It’s what Terminator should have been all along. Bugger the whole “travelling back in time” shit. This is hard and gritty and the future is screwed up. Loved it.
