Routine

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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The Commuting Genome

After a fairly good day (including an invitation to the UK Bus Awards and sorting out my train platform from Decembers timetable change), I was headed for the station and home.  I’m quite aware that the lift is out for the down line at Chelmsford… that’s Platform 2, in human speak – and the route during this outage for me to get onto the platform is via the business premises at the rear of the station, known as the “meat gate”.  However, when it really rains, this gate floods, and tonight it flooded up.  So, the options of a solution were:

  • train to Shenfield, change for Clacton
  • taxi to Witham, change for Clacton

Option B was taken up.  The time was 17:05 and the 17:15 didn’t stop at Witham, but there was a 17:49 from Witham.  Bingo, we thought and off I went.  Unfortunately, due to traffic on the A12 and heavy rain, as we pulled up, the 17:49 left.  Hacked off?  Oh yes.

I ended up on the 18:20 from Witham, when I should have been getting in my door… and arrived home at 19:20.  M’eh.

Lasagne for dinner, which kicked ass – just wish I could have been home for the first sitting.

Interesting point to consider…

I’ve started to blog again after a break for about two years… I’ve figured its about time I got back into it, especially when I have more to say and talk about.

Part of it is that I realise that there are probably people out there who need to know what I experience and how I experience it – and how I might have to raise my concerns about those experiences… I think part of life is not complaining as such, but pointing out issues and suggesting resolutions. A timely example is raising with Sainsbury’s Springfield (Chelmsford) tonight about their cafe disabled toilet being out of action (and has been for about 2 months).  The lady was quite apologetic about it but in turn I acknowledged sometimes faults are hard to fix quickly.  Chances are though that it’ll be fixed soon enough.

So – this is my blog.  Hopefully I’ll have lots more to type over the months and weeks.