The Joy And Excitement Of Being Lost
I got the €6 bus to Berlin today from Hamburg. It seemed to be too good to be true. It was. It left me 5 miles outside of the City Centre and I had to walk my way to the hostel. I got lost but then I found the Brandenburg Gate and was saved.
There is a joy in being lost. An excitement that draws me out of my mind and makes me focus on survival. Either I get to where I need to go or I suffer the consequences. And the consequences are never that bad. I get to where I need to go but only a little bit later. Being lost is not what’s dangerous in life. Being trapped in a life that you know far too well is where the pain lies. Drowning in a routine because everyone else is drowning in their routine. Trying to bring yourself back to your happy place with chocolate and pilates. Botox. Tanning. Diets. All of the self hate. The well trodden corridors of misery of western society. Trying to mask your contempt for the people you’re contractually obliged to like with Pinot Grigio and/or heroin.
You need to work on your attitude to improve your outlook and how you interact with these people. You need to become a people person and smile more.
Or you need to take up kickboxing and start getting punchy and kicky with all of the fucking twats
That said the consequences of getting lost in a trail ultramarathon are much worse. If you get lost in somewhere like Ardingly without a whistle in some shitty swampy field then you’re totally fucked. There’s no one you can call. You can just lie there on the ground and pray to Jesus for help but he’s up there with Mohammed, Lassie and the Satchmo and they are all staring down with popcorn laughing at you because you’re a bit of a cunt and you’ve pushed yourself too far again. Not enough training, too much cake. Lots of tears. You could have given thanks to them when your training was going well but instead you posted some passive aggressive self-congratulatory bollocks on Twitter.
I can’t really be lost in Europe with a smartphone.
As long as I have a hostel booked then I have an ultimate destination for that day. Once I get to the hostel I can leave my bag in and go for a run and get my bearings in the City.
That’s what I did today in Berlin but it was a stressful workout. I ran at the busiest time of the day through some of the most congested roads in the city. I couldn’t relax and I didn’t get to see much of what I wanted to see but at least I got out there.
Running in Brussels was great for getting to know the town. When I’m in discovery mode I run a lot easier and focus more on locating landmarks and making a map in my head. Berlin will be a lot trickier to map considering it’s size. If I can map any of it then that is a good thing!
After I finished my run I went out on a walk down to Potsdamer Platz and the Mall Of Berlin where I had Indian Food for dinner. I’m now in bed exhausted as I’ve ran/walked 21 miles today.
Fuck that it is sleep time! I want to get lost in dreams of Currywurst.