Wednesday 30 September 2009 1.37pm
Picking up on chalkey's earlier rant, I'm going to see if my version wil make me
feel better, so here goes...
Last week I met my niece for lunch and we took (or rather we attempted to take) a stroll along the river footpath from B/Market westwards towards the Southbank Centre.
Our stroll was utterly spoiled by frequent, uncomfortably close encounters with joggers, pounding their way along, elbows jutting, weaving and dodging among the pedestrians. Most of them had the pained expression of someone about to collapse, their eyes fixed in grim concentration on the pavement a few feet in front of them, oblivious to everything except the music from their iPods. Some of these putative heart-attack victims bore down on us, whacking both my niece and myself on the arms as they swerved past. I saw several people forced to make way by runners in tandem, who were obviously not about to break their formation, and one collision as one of them pounded round the corner under Blackfriars Bridge
. If that makes it seem as though the 'assault' from these creatures was relentless - it was.
Why do they need to run there
, imposing their sweaty exertions on the rest of us, at one of the busiest times of the day? They are not there for the scenery so why not use the pavement just one block in from the river which is wider in places and certainly quieter. Their frantic, florid faced, flat-footed quest to 'get fit' is at odds with what should be a relatively calm refuge from which to enjoy the some of the best views in London. The only consolation is that they are gulping in more polluted air than the rest of us and probably ruining their joints by running on concrete.
Oh, and on most of them the teeny-tiny shorts and lycra..? BIG mistake.
Thinks, shall I press the post button? Hell, why not...