I’m going to describe this run… In only the way I can.

I start on the train. Brake click twice. Tuck bag straps. Sleeves tight, taut. Nothing should be available to be snagged, nature or street furniture or chair. Deep breath. Those doors are going to open in a moment and people who surround me will stream out, not that I notice numbers. Ramp down, greet colleague, left right Lift (reverse in). Descend whilst ensuring music is adequate – Deadmou5 ‘Strobe’ is good. Out and forward 5 metres, left and up ramp, drop speed to 4, forward 3 m, left onto concourse, where the flooring changes to a polished tile that in the wet can cost you vital acceleration and braking distance, as you not so much approach as power towards the barrier, praying for an opening that means as you hit the top of the ramp the jump down the other side takes you up to 7, out and onto the small plaza where people congregate, unaware of the thoroughfare that they impede onto, nor worried about where they flick their cigarette ash. Forward right, skirt right of the tree, aim to head on over the drainage paving and down to the zebra crossing, slow to 2, right, over at 3, left, down past Dominos Pizza to where they queue for a cash point, the pavement narrows but it doesn’t stop them walking two abreast and head on towards me… Which brings me down to the right bend, cruise at 5, run the brake, hard left at the pelican, wait for the Green man, straight across and right, not diagonal else I can’t get onto the pavement… Down now, the big straight. Paving slabs should guide people straight but they meander, unaware as they flick their cigarette ash at hip level of my presence or velocity as I move round them…
I was always trained to move around slow moving traffic, pavement too, but people still panic and wobble about.
Clear morning makes this section a joy, past the first lamp post hitting 6, by the second the pavement dips slightly, accelerate hitting 9, follow the rise out, accelerate hard and roll, guiding the motion now, gentle application of the brakes, bend left at 5, through the bollards, over the carpark exit at 3, jump up the kerb and cruise, maintaining the speed to the doors, entering and taking the lift, speed now limited to 3 for the internal journey to my desk.
Its taken 30 minutes to write about this, the technicalities difficult to express, as I am not paying attention to my speeds, instead acutely aware of those behind, those in front and to the sides, aware of those who give way and must remember to thank, because I will repeat this 3 minute 47 second experience again tomorrow.
And I’ll just hope that the conditions will be right for another perfect run, that walk to work.

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3 thoughts on “Routine

  1. Hey, at the risk of suggesting perhaps a dumb idea, I wonder if its worth filming your journey using a bullet cam one day.

    This journey sounds like a total mission but hard to imagine in only words.

  2. Well-written. Sounds like a hazardous journey. I guess until you actually have to do it, you have no farking idea… the bullet cam idea sounds great, you should definitely try it out – could be a vlog? 😀

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