We Walk Amongst You.
Im not like you, my tribe is different, I don’t look out of windows on trains bored, I stare out imagining myself disappearing up that faint ribbon of dirt that ambles through fields and across hills.
I pretend to listen to your chat about jungles, celebrities dancing finals. Your e-bay bargains and Black Fridays deals hold little value with me as I try to look engaged during your meetings about room rates, KPI’s or budgets and crap but don’t be fooled, Im not.
You see Our tribe moves to different beat. Im interested in weather, times, pace, grip, elevation, and resting heart rates.
I love the smell of weather, the feel of rain and the taste salt and puddles mixed together at the top of heart ripping climb or arm pumping decent. KOMS and PRs’s
Look closer and the signs are there, you just need to know them. We know them and give each others small nods of kindred appreciation for efforts of joy and suffering.
The weird tan lines and shaved legs. mud behind the ear, 1:25,000 maps in office draws and glove boxes. Spare socks and pants in brief case’s and weird lubes for chafing in our bathrooms. Lights and GPS plugged into PCs , laptops and macs. Clothes drying on radiators and baby wipes keep in the office loos. We each have our sects for our tribe but the giveaway signs are always there. Our long suffering partners lets us have training runs or ride’s to in laws, and know that whilst we are brushing our teeth we will doing so stood on one leg on our tiptoes whilst eyes closed trying to balance. And we all to often o being seen eating our lunch sarnie at the desk before 11.30.
We are in your family , your workplace, bars and restaurants. We walk among you.