tourreted with coprolalia

Today at lunchtime I was tourreted. While running around one of Sydney's renovated piers a scruffy fella forcibly muttered something like

Fuck off, you're not fit. Go hang yourself, get fucked.

He may, of course, have been a running coach taking a dim view of my gait. But I think not. Rather this was probably a homeless chap, or a recipient of what in the UK is called Care in the Community. The dead giveaway is the combination of business shoes and jogging pants. Those marl grey pants with elastic-cuffed ankles. Only worn by the homeless and short, round women who own too many cats.

As for the run, I managed to get something that felt like a stitch but in my right side towards my back. It's not a back spasm or twinge or pinch or anything nasty like that. Definitely a muscle thing. Quite odd. On the way to work today I did some ab exercises and there is always the possibility that I did some ab exercises badly. I'll look for an answer in my anatomy colouring book, following up on the success I had on Sunday when I identified my tibialis anterior as the aching muscle du jour. Think I need a few days off; I don't want to get too familair with that book. And it's bloody hot at the moment. Thirty degrees in the shade, if you can find some.

Not such a good idea?

Something that has had me wondering a couple of times. Those beep-beep-beep noises that pedestrain crossings make for the benefit of the blind. On my way home I pass one such crossing. It is on a dual carriageway that is typically very noisy and the crossing is split between the three lanes going north and the three south. So if you're blind and on the central reservation you need to have a pretty damn good sense of noise-direction when you hear those beeps becaue it is only clear in one direction and bloody busy in the other...