So, one week until my next 10k. Yesterday I couldn’t walk properly because of the pain in my knee. Sub-50 isn’t looking like such a great prospect anymore, to be blunt about it. Not getting my hopes up.
Still, I can’t decide what to do – do I wear my Beverley 10k long-sleeved shirt for the Hull 10k? In accordance with the principle of cross-sport fashion, I should really find something other than running to do, and fast.
The principle of cross-sport fashion sprung up out of a conversation with my brother that I had while we were both studying, and both indulging in an eclectic jumble of sporting pasttimes. Our theory was that if you turn up to the class/event/practice hall/dojo/whatever in the appropriate uniform/club shirt/complimentary wearable memento of a previous competition, there is an instant expectation that you will have some reasonable level of ability or familiarity with the sport. Likewise, you can always pick out the beginner in a group by their non-conformance, not so much a statement as a necessity in most cases as pretty much every sports club encourages beginners to turn up in “comfortable” clothing.
A follow on effect of this is that beginners will invariably segregate themselves from the main pack of uniformed club members before class starts, and on becoming part of the club proper they will adopt the uniform asafp.
This is all very hand-waving and qualitative, of course, but it was a fun line of conversation to follow.
What we ended up deciding was that you could gain a psychological edge over your peers (and opponents) by turning up to club A in garb appropriate for club B and vice-versa; for example, by turning up to a kung fu class in a t-shirt from the climbing wall and hanging about by yourself before class starts, people will underestimate your ability to kick their legs out from under them. Likewise, by going running in the same t-shirt, no-one has any expectations that you’ll be able to run fast.
Although reading that back, apparently what I’m really saying is that climbing t-shirts are great, because they exude an air of laziness and irresponsibility.
I should go climbing again. The wall in Hull is meant to be very very good, but I must admit the prices are a little off-putting and I don’t think I could justify a full-year membership at the moment. Still, they might have nice t-shirts to run in.