So, today, I thought I’d kill two birds with one stone. I’m trying to learn at least a smattering of French in preparation for my visit. I’m not expecting miracles. But, I have a linguaphone course which is entirely on cd, so I ripped it, put it on my iPod and started running. I have a built in danger detector, so crossing roads, etc., is fine. What I did’t expect, however, was to get so engrossed in the course that I overshot my route and ended up on an ‘unsafe’ road.
Panic ensued. Utter, utter panic. I may even have screamed, but it’s such a blur that I can’t really recall. Seriously, from the moment I spotted I was in an unsafe area, I went into a weird fugue state and the next time I have any memory is essentially when I reached a place of perceived ‘safety’. Again, I know how ridiculous this is.
So, luckily, the far end of the Portswood Triangle (Walking route) is the Costa Coffee Shop. I found myself there. Looking in the window of the Rose Road shop next door, I could see that I was puffed up and on the point of tears. I think I managed to cover it just by saying I was hot, bothered and sweating because of the run. Luckily, they know me and my running habits from a year or so ago and were terribly impressed that I had started up again. Laughs were had. I recovered.
The fugue state was odd. I genuinely have no idea how I got from the unsafe space to the safe space. Absolutely no recollection.
So. No language learning while running. Music is fine. Languages, no.
Jesus Christ I’m an idiot.
But I did the run.
I DID THE RUN!