(peeking out of window, eating a bowl of Cap’n Crunch) (muttering) “stinking healthy jerks! Tryin’ta make me feel bad about m’self!” (shaking fist, spilling cereal all over floor) “see what’cha made me do! Gull-dern ’em anyhoo!” (mutter, grumble) (hangs head in shame)
*looks through binoculars, out the window, from his couch, across the street to neighbor Jeff’s (aka Pink Floyd) house* “stinkin’ healthy jerk neighbor! all walking around his house all the time.” *TV remote falls on floor, just out of reach* “grrr..zzzz”
I attribute it more to stubbornness. “I said I was going to run a 5k today. I don’t care if’s cold and wet and miserable and I’ll probably fall on my ass.”
When I was young, my parents took us kids to Mount Vesuvius, where we got to see the volcano itself, and its museum that displayed the victims’ plaster casts for visitors to see.
However, I didn’t realize that they were plaster casts. I thought they were literally petrified people. At that age, I was very familiar with the mythology of Medusa, and so had assumed that simply looking at lava (like looking at Medusa’s face) would turn you to stone, and that’s what happened to these people.
A few years later, I realized that simply looking at lava wouldn’t turn you to stone (this was evident by seeing documentaries on volcanoes, and that researchers would look directly at lava without petrifying). So I revised my misconception by thinking that you had to actually touch lava to turn to stone.
I like to run only a little, but running in the rain is definitely more fun. All the icky sweat is being taken care of, it’s cooling, and it just feels like more is going on.
It’s an interesting thesis. I always figured joggers went running in bad weather because they were crazy.
We aren’t joggers. We’re runners. And yes, we’re crazy. And running in the rain is fun.
Reminds me of a cartoon about a couple bicycling in the pouring rain. Wife is saying, “I have had about as much ‘fun’ as I can stand.”
Calvin and Hobbes?
Or maybe “Frazz” ?
Lol! This one struck home for me. Around our house, your guaranteed to see at least one jogger per day.
This reminds me of Dennie Leary (Skip ahead to about 5:32):
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Q7kUFS-0XQ
Warning! NSFW!
Anyhow, love it Adam!
That’s a time-travelling bug. You can tell by the sunglasses and the watch not being an hourglass or sundial.
(peeking out of window, eating a bowl of Cap’n Crunch) (muttering) “stinking healthy jerks! Tryin’ta make me feel bad about m’self!” (shaking fist, spilling cereal all over floor) “see what’cha made me do! Gull-dern ’em anyhoo!” (mutter, grumble) (hangs head in shame)
*looks through binoculars, out the window, from his couch, across the street to neighbor Jeff’s (aka Pink Floyd) house* “stinkin’ healthy jerk neighbor! all walking around his house all the time.” *TV remote falls on floor, just out of reach* “grrr..zzzz”
I attribute it more to stubbornness. “I said I was going to run a 5k today. I don’t care if’s cold and wet and miserable and I’ll probably fall on my ass.”
Reminds me of this one a little: http://rymagnusson.deviantart.com/art/Pompeii-Fun-Run-161082078
Wouldn’t the same apply to good weather? (I speak as one of the ‘make you feel bad’ types)
Here is a childhood misconception of mine:
When I was young, my parents took us kids to Mount Vesuvius, where we got to see the volcano itself, and its museum that displayed the victims’ plaster casts for visitors to see.
However, I didn’t realize that they were plaster casts. I thought they were literally petrified people. At that age, I was very familiar with the mythology of Medusa, and so had assumed that simply looking at lava (like looking at Medusa’s face) would turn you to stone, and that’s what happened to these people.
A few years later, I realized that simply looking at lava wouldn’t turn you to stone (this was evident by seeing documentaries on volcanoes, and that researchers would look directly at lava without petrifying). So I revised my misconception by thinking that you had to actually touch lava to turn to stone.
I like to run only a little, but running in the rain is definitely more fun. All the icky sweat is being taken care of, it’s cooling, and it just feels like more is going on.