Tonight, I’m not tucked up and knocking out the ZZZ’s. I’m up writing this post instead. And, that’s because I’m on fire. Not in a good way. More of a ‘so damn sore I don’t know where to put myself’ way.
According to Wikipedia Target Fixation is “an attentional phenomenon observed in humans in which an individual becomes so focused on an observed object (be it a target or hazard) that they inadvertently increase their risk of colliding with the object”.
I made a superb job of demonstrating this phenomenon, to myself, this afternoon by being fixated by a bed of nettles. Aptly named as I ended up having a lie down in them. Quite a short lie down, as I have to say the bed was not a comfortable one. After getting up and staggering around in search of Dock leaves, nigh delirious with searing pain, I took some photos. After all, it’s good to show the world how cool and sophisticated one’s life is.
Heres the bed of nettles. I was out of there so damn quick I barely even squashed them!
As an ex forester and as a gardener I’ve had a long working relationship with stinging nettles, never a particularly happy one but getting stung is part and parcel. I’ve been trying to recall if I’ve ever properly fallen in to some. I don’t think I have. Not even as a child, when its probably a rite of passage. And certainly not whilst naked.
Alright, I admit, I wasn’t actually naked. Not warm enough for that. But a single layer of Lycra, top and bottom, about a micron thick. Well, my shoes, backpack and watch strap were the full extent of my protection!
Be assured my bum, is not normally this spotty. And this is my sympathetic face I would pull if it had been someone else. Which, sadly, it wasn’t.
So,I’ll be taking a lesson from this about NOT Target Fixating. And be glad it only resulted in one night of stinging misery rather than some broken bones!
Be safe fellow riders.