So, I’ve started walking every day. You know, to try to escape from this phone booth of fat I’ve been trapped in for the last 20 years or so. Plus, I don’t want my heart to start cutting in and out on me. I’m getting kind of old, and that’s now a very real possibility. And I can’t have that.
I downloaded an app called MapMyWalk, and it’s pretty great. You start it when you leave the house, stop it when you return, and it spits back all sorts of information about your just-completed walk. Then you can save it, and compare future walks, and see your progress.
I’m going about 3.5 miles per day, and haven’t missed a day yet. I’ve been tweaking the course, trying to find the best one. I don’t mind climbing hills at the beginning, but don’t want to do it at the end. So, it’s a work in progress.
I’ve been listening to a writing podcast while I walk, and it’s actually enjoyable. Who knew? Today it was hotter than zebra piss out there, and it’s amazing that I didn’t find an excuse to stay home. I wanted to do it; I wanted to walk. Hopefully that can be maintained.
And speaking of the podcast… It’s an hour-long interview with a successful or semi-successful indie writer, and it’s very good. I’ve been listening to it for a long time, but have gotten behind because of my new job. So, I have dozens of episodes stacked up.
Today I started one with a writer from Scotland, and couldn’t understand a word the man was saying. It sounded like they taped him talking, and were playing it backwards. I have no problem with most accents, but Scottish is almost incomprehensible to me. It doesn’t even sound like English. I had no choice but to skip to the next episode.
When we were flying to England in 2007 I was seated beside a very nice Scottish couple in their late 20s, I’d say. And we couldn’t communicate. I couldn’t understand them, and they clearly couldn’t understand me. They might as well have been talking that African Click language. I was completely baffled, so we just gave it up after about three minutes. It’s too bad. They probably had some good stories.
My parents are friends with a couple from New Hampshire (I think), and the man supposedly has a very thick accent of some sort. My dad, especially, has trouble understanding him. He tells me the guy talks like he has a mouth full of shit. I’m not sure I’m familiar with this particular brand of talking, but both my parents assure me it’s a challenge.
For a Question, I’d like to get your thoughts on accents and dialects, and that sort of thing. Which ones do you like to hear, and which ones drive you up the wall? There are a lot of American regional accents that cause me to grind my molars, but I’ll let you guys list your own.
Also, are there any accents, like Scottish for me, which you simply can’t parse? Please tell us about it in the comments.
And if you have any walking or running advice to dispense, I’m open to that, as well.
I’m behind as usual, so I’m going to cut this one a little short. I’ll see you guys again soon.
Have a great day!