Esprit De Corps
I finished working in London at about 6pm yesterday evening and went towards the underground at Victoria... The crowd of people trying to get down to the trains stretched back across the concourse...
I joined the throng and was slowly being moved towards the steps, when suddenly I decided I didn't want to travel this way.
I broke free from the masses and made my way out onto the street.
In the past when I was a personal trainer, I used to run around London as a means of 'transport' to reach my clients...
I decided against this, mainly due to inappropriate clothing!
Instead I went across to an enquiry booth and asked a man about the bus routes.
He wrote down the bus numbers down that I needed, to get me 'home' and so I clambered to the top of the next number 73 and enjoyed a tour of London, all twinkling in the night time lights.
It was a very meditative experience too, all the people around me were either sleeping, listening to music, or speaking in a foreign language.
We rumbled slowly through the streets of London town, 'stop starting' in all the traffic and my usual thirty to forty minute train journey, turned into a two hour bus ride...
But I loved it...
I reflected that I love the journey, I am happy 'in between'...
I have spent my life running from gun to tape and learning to be in the step, to let the next take care of itself and to trust that by staying still and not putting pressure on 'getting there', everything unfolds in its own time...
The film of our Sunday race was in the process of being created by Anadi when I did eventually return and here it is...
An absolute demonstration of 'esprit de corps'
