zombies: 1, click clack gorilla: 0

The last two mornings have begun with a short jog—not the kind in which you grudgingly force yourself out of bed and into the jogging shoes that will take you out into the surrounding country, but the kind that takes place between bus and train when you arrive at the station and glimpse the large clock hanging on its façade.

While dodging pedestrians and sprinting up escalators (why is the world full of people who do not understand escalator etiquette? the right side is for standing and the left side is for sprinting, damn it) I imagine myself in a zombie apocalypse situation, hoards of the undead behind me just dying (hardee har har har) to feast on my adrenaline-filled flesh.

Would I make it through alive? The odds are not in my favor. Despite my renewed jogging habit, at the top of the escalator I’m out of breath, and all those Hollywood zombies (and apocalypse survivors) seem to be Olympic sprinters.

The way I see it, the zombie apocalypse is as good a reason as any to take that extra lap on the track. We’re all just running in circles anyway.

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Thursday March 17th 2011, 11:36 am 7 Comments
Filed under: conspiracies,daily life

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I loathe running and love zombies so this provides no motivation for me.

Here are pics from my past days as a zombie:


Comment by Frugal Vegan Mom 03.17.11 @ 5:12 pm

You remind me of sprinting for the bus…well sometimes the train, too. Except my heart won’t let me do it anymore. Come to think of it, my knees protest every time I sprint, too. I would say it’s hell getting old, but then I’m reminded of something my mother always says about getting old: it beats the alternative.

Moral of the story: keep your quads and hamstrings stretched. I thought you managed to get off the track…..

Comment by paula 03.17.11 @ 5:12 pm

FVM: HA! Hahaha. Those are fantastic. If only the Beard liked dressing up. Best Christmas card idea ever.

Paula: If I didn’t have such an active imagination I think I would like sprinting for the bus much less. Getting old certainly does beat the alternative. And to which alternative does becoming a zombie belong? Heehee.

Comment by clickclackgorilla 03.17.11 @ 5:28 pm

goooooood question….

Comment by paula 03.18.11 @ 7:58 am

Am totally going to get the whole of Mainz together and all-painted up and come wait outside your Wagonplatz. (If my html works it’ll be a miracle; if it doesn’t, I can only apologise for the mess.)

Comment by Frau Dietz 03.18.11 @ 2:35 pm

!!!!!!!!!!!!! (and there go my exclamation points for the next ten years. damn you! doh.)

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