I spend an awful lot of time getting lost, I started a new job recently and for the first two weeks I got lost on the way to/from work every day. Name a road in South West London and I have stood on the end of it looking confused. Unlike my sister Grace who is able to navigate a route having sat (or even slept) through it once previously.
A few weeks ago I went to a funeral, George Richardson was our canoe coach and close family friend. My Dad gave a eulogy along with George’s best friend and son Tony and they all spoke of two traits he held. The first was how generous George was with time, giving up hours in the week and often whole weekends to hold training sessions and take us to races all over the country. The second was that he was never in a hurry. You could turn up for a session at 11 and not end up on on the water till mid-afternoon.
(George also loved bikes, he was the first person to put me on a road bike. Here he is in the 50’s looking far cooler than I ever will)
Everyone is always in such a hurry.
Who cares how long it takes you to get somewhere. I was head down powering through Richmond park having been caught in a freezing rain storm, just trying to get home as quickly as possible. The rain carried on, but the sun was cracking through the clouds in the distance, I looked behind and saw this…
I stopped cycling, everyone on the path stopped, it was still raining but no one was in a hurry anymore.
The other weekend I led a ride to Brighton with some good runner pals (I had absolutely no idea where I was going), we took our time, went on a couple of diversions, ate crisps at a roundabout, nearly got blown off the top of Ditching Beacon and had a great day out.
Getting lost used to make me anxious, I was just in a hurry. Life is too short to be in a hurry all the time.
(excellent video courtesy of Laura)