Showing posts with label Training. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Training. Show all posts

Wednesday, 21 May 2014

“Striving for perfection is inherently wrong.” Or is it?

I completely disagree. Perfection is a little extreme, perhaps, but there is nothing wrong with looking to improve, and nothing wrong with wanting to be the best.

My only reservation would be, it will probably never make you happy. Probably. You are unlikely to achieve it, and even if you do, someone else will come along soon and achieve it more than you. Or smash your record. But that is no reason not to try. You might be that someone.  You might achieve it – it has to be someone...

It is in our nature to improve over time. Athletes today can perform to an extent that was unimaginable in times past; our technology, our training and our ability to access activities has improved so much that we are far more likely to find people with an area of skill, or for them to encounter and try an activity in which they have potential.

We are getting better at getting better.

And I don’t know if there is an upper limit on physical abilities and records. So far we do seem to simply be getting better, by one means or another. Becoming more perfect. Take the 100 metres:



In 1891 the record was 10.8 seconds. We have, over the last hundred years, been shaving time off of that record with better training, better shoes, better search and access patterns for potential athletes. The record currently stands at 9.58 seconds. And someone will soon come along and smash that record again.

It’s the same for science too. It’s the same for exploration, understanding, technology... Everything.
We keep getting better, faster, smaller, cleverer..and someone has to be the person who finds/achieves/performs/creates/discovers it first.

It’s in our nature to strive to improve. It’s in our nature to seek perfection. And someone has to get there first...



Why shouldn’t it be you?

Striving for perfection never did anyone any harm



Sunday, 16 June 2013

Kettering is...

Apparently nothing.

Even Google won’t auto-complete with anything interesting or amusing.

KETTERING IS OFFICIALLY BORING.

On Wednesday, I have to get up at 4.30am, pick up two colleagues, then drive for 3 hours to go to Kettering. There is nothing nice about Kettering. If you haven’t heard of it, there’s a reason; if you have heard of it, it’s because it somehow manages, simultaneously, to be both horrible and boring.

I am to go to a TEACCH course.  This is a course to teach you all about how to teach children with autism. Something I know a little bit about- I used to be an advisor on autism for mainstream schools one day a week. The other 4 days were spent teaching children with autism.

Not to say you can’t learn more... but looking at the programme- it doesn’t bode well.

“Did you know, some young people with autism don’t like changes to their routines?”

Well fuck me with a brick- I *did* know!

But I am being sent nevertheless. It wouldn’t be so bad if it wasn’t

a) Miles away

b) Starting at 8.30 in the morning

Also, some friends went and did the same course a while back- said it was good, but they were there in a little group. I’m going with two old ladies.

It is going to be BORING.

Three days!?! 

And after getting up so early and driving for 3 hours (which always wipes me) I’m so going to be zoned out for the first day anyway.

Why can’t they just run the course in London like normal people?

I’m going to have to take secret hotel booze and secret hotel porn with me to get me through the week. Then explain to my old lady colleagues as to why I have no interest in sitting in the dubious Holiday Inn lounge drinking tea because I have massive amounts of pornography to watch.

I don’t want to go to Kettering. 


I want to stay at home and sit on my massive sofa and watch Game of Thrones and drink cocktails.