So, train tickets booked, thermos flask full of life-giving (i.e. fucking strong) coffee packed but no Leatherman multitool this time (I didn't deem it appropriate), I headed up norf to almost certain doom and intellectual embarassment.
I had a nervous start:
|Also, free lunch ftw!|
|Maths-free introduction to the solar dynamo here if you're interested.|
Here's a picture of a (quite small) mass ejection with the earth next to it for scale.
|This is where the aurora comes from btw.|
Anyway, the interviews went on. (Heck, I'm good at getting side-tracked.)
So the core of the earth is a solid sphere of iron right. New theory out is that it's continually melting on one side and crystalising on the other, with the effect that it's continually moving sideways. Now it might just be me (it probably is and no one is reading at this point), but I think that's pretty cool.
The winds on Jupiter are interesting too - you know how Jupiter is really stripey? Well each different colour stripe is a channel of wind going in alternate directions - completely different to the winds we have on earth (can you imagine sailing in wind that just kept changing its direction by 180°?). So I actually enjoyed myself and didn't have to have a little cry on the train home, which was nice. Woo!
ANYWAY RAILTON. ENOUGH SCIENCE.
Not even a little bit more?
Sorry guys, got a little carried away there...
In other news, I made the grave mistake of going on a run with two lightweights who were (a) obviously much lighter than my fat self, (b) fitter than me and (c) much better at running than me. For a 10 miles. I shit you not when I say my heart rate was above 180 for a good hour. There were patches where I couldn't get it below 190. On what was supposed to be a nice UT2 run. Oh dear lord.
Yes, I was in a very un-fun place.
I eventually said when we had about 40mins to go, in what sounded brilliantly poignant and dramatic in my head (but what was probably just a lot of incomprehensible wheezing in real life), "Just go on without me!".
And they did, thank God.
I walked around Coton for a bit convinced I was going to die then manned up and a third ran, third walked and third limped home. In my defence I was a little bit ill (and not in my defence I knew 10 miles was too far but I just said "Oh, it'll be FINE" in stereotypical me fashion). I had spent most of Christmas sounding like the gingerbread man from Shrek (and I really did!) and still haven't really got over it.
I don't know why, but since I've stop training an insane amount my body seems to have become über pathetic and exceptionally prone to breaking.
A life lesson there people. If you've lost your voice, don't go on sweary rants because you'll sound ridiculous.
Finally, I need some help. I foolishly have brought a bunch of these.
Quite a lot of them in fact...
|Oh fuck. That's quite a lot of mugs isn't it?|
|Nothing says insanity like a very small room fulled with lots and lots of the same thing.|
So, I do hate to sound like a massive douche trying to sell you stuff all the time, BUT MY ROOM IS FULL OF MUGS and they are pretty cool anyway. And £7 is pretty bargainous. I also made you a flowchart. Because I like flowcharts. And I'm a mathmo and FLOWCHARTS ARE FUN. And why just say "Hey, if you want a mug, drop me an email", when you can do a flow chart to say the same thing!
P.S. I will try and learn how to write less long and windy blog posts one day, sorry.
P.P.S. MY ROOM IS FULL OF MUGS.