What's cool for five minutes? Caller, you're on the air.
Detailing a car.
Using my dad's weed whacker.
Some dates.
A teacher's lesson.
Going running.
An "En Zed" (NZ) radio station asked callers to give examples of things that were cool for five minutes. Some of the answers were hilarious, the running one especially. Think about it. You lace up your shoes, grab your music and head out for a nice piece of exercise. If you're big like me, you don't get very far before your run turns into a jog-walk and eventually you might as well be in a stroller for as fast as you're crawling (I picture wheelchairs being much faster). You can't turn back because your neighbors already saw you. What are they gonna think if you pass by again so quickly? "Aye what a lazy az. He can't even run for 5 minutes."
Or how about those tasks you start hard out, sure you're going to dominate and get 'er done? Then five minutes later, all those tiny pieces of trash between the seats don't seem so important. After whacking yourself a couple of times (I used to have the scars to prove it), the grass doesn't seem to be that great of a visual offense. The girl or guy across from you isn't as attractive once words start flowing out of their mouth. A teacher's attention getter is about the only interesting portion of the class period.
I have good memories of starting something only to be bored or overwhelmed after the first five minutes. Sometimes only my pride keeps me in the game. No way Jose, I'm not gonna give them the satisfaction of knowing that I'm truly over cutting this grass. I'm gonna finish it if it kills me. And while I do it, I'm gonna whack up these crab apples and hit them in the legs. I was somewhat of a ballbuster sister missionary. Oh, I didn't mention that was a mission experience?
Tears and ice cream.
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