6 Ways Being A Runner Has Helped Me Settle Into London.
I won’t lie, I’m on a bit of a downer tonight after a great weekend in Brighton.
Still. It could be worse and this shitty mood will pass. Just typing these words is helping me through it as we speak.
Anyway in tonight’s post I’ll be talking about the ways running has helped me with integrating into London.
1) The pace of life in London is frantic and it’s great being able to keep up with it – Sure enough I might have got my head closed in a door at Canary Wharf in my 2nd week here, but being a runner has enabled me to catch trains and buses I’d have otherwise had no chance of catching. That said, running did not save me from my catastrophe this morning coming off the Brighton train at VIctoria. I missed a step and basically fell out of the train into this guy. I said sorry to him and pretended to be injured. I limped up to the barriers before stopping my act after I got to the Krispy Kreme stall. If he sees me again he is bound to smother me with towels.
2) When you’re searching for a new home being able to run is great for exploring areas to live – All I fucking need is a park and some squirrels and I’m a happy little badger. You can easily get a feel for an area as you run through it, much more than if you were to just drive through the neighbourhood.
3) Having a good general level of fitness allows you to save money on transport – This is very important if you are new to town and are on a tight budget! It is great being able to see where tube stations are physically in London instead of just depending on those maps to navigate.
4) When I run i can work through the problems that most Londoners face without capitulating – I won’t lie, there have been times where I’ve felt completely fucking overwhelmed in London. A run will typically help me see the problem in context and propose a solution that doesn’t involve streaking my pubes blonde before getting a one way flight back to Belfast.
5) Having long runs to do at the weekend keeps a resemblance of order in my life – Otherwise I’d probably spend my weeks surfing around Camden pissed off my head like all the other cunt dandies.
6) Running is a great way to channel your psychopathic fucking hatred of commuters into something positive – I came to London expecting to find a new calmer, more dignified version of myself. What has surfaced in the past 6 weeks is some odd type of tunnel beast who snarls at fuckers who have the audacity to board the tube before everyone leaves. Running calms me down enough to see the bigger picture otherwise I’d probably be in Holloway by now.