I did just over two and a half km on the treadmill in an attempt to recreate that excruciating jog to an appointment or interview on a hot day when you're late and the buses are not running properly. Ideally I should have been carrying a big art folder or at least a bag with lots of papers inside.
In front of me were three screens with no sound. On one screen was discussion of the budget with the BBC's Nick Robinson and a woman in a purple blouse. There were subtitles but because of my detached retina eye I couldn't really make out much – the odd word here and there, that's all. Then we saw shots of MPs in the Commons. A screen to the left showed a cookery programme about bread making and on the right was a period feature film. Could have been Gone with the Wind. On my Ipod was a new playlist called running music:
1. Autobahn 66 – Primal Sceam
2. Swastika Eyes – Primal Scream
3. Mr Blue Sky – ELO
4. School of Rock – School of Rock
I won't be using these again, apart from maybe the first one. 'Mr Blue Sky' made me want to change my running speed to stay in time to the music. School of Rock was too all over the place for running music.