Wednesday, January 12, 2011
The Yin of six, the Yang of nine
The first race of this year was an absolute toughie: a very hilly 10k that knocked hell out of my legs, not to mention my brother.
It wasn't all bad though: at least I was given an auspicious race number at registration.
ME: McKeowns, Daniel and Joseph.
SHE: Right, Daniel, number 69; Joseph, number 70.
ME: Back of the net!
Why so delighted with 69? Why, gentle reader, because of its rotational symmetry, of course. In celebration of this happy fact, I proudly wore my race number upside down.
See?
This confused the registration lady somewhat.
SHE: Er, I think your number's on upside down.
ME: It's worse than you think - I've also got my socks on the wrong feet.
When the results were posted on the noticeboard, I found the bemused organisers had crossed out the number next to my finishing position three times before finally mastering the fact that an upside-down 69 isn't 96.
It wasn't all bad though: at least I was given an auspicious race number at registration.
ME: McKeowns, Daniel and Joseph.
SHE: Right, Daniel, number 69; Joseph, number 70.
ME: Back of the net!
Why so delighted with 69? Why, gentle reader, because of its rotational symmetry, of course. In celebration of this happy fact, I proudly wore my race number upside down.
See?
This confused the registration lady somewhat.
SHE: Er, I think your number's on upside down.
ME: It's worse than you think - I've also got my socks on the wrong feet.
When the results were posted on the noticeboard, I found the bemused organisers had crossed out the number next to my finishing position three times before finally mastering the fact that an upside-down 69 isn't 96.
Labels: MISDEEDS, ROTATIONAL SYMMETRY, SELF IMPROVEMENT
