There were difficulties before the race. Ondra had trouble with a chain and I was not able to get used to my new clip-on pedals. I forgot to take my feet off the pedals in a timely manner so I looked like a victim of domestic violence after our cycling tours. Two days before the race, we were about to take a little ride when one spoke on the front wheel snapped. I got so scared that I forgot to pull my foot out of the pedal again, and I rolled over hitting my face looking like a falling elephant. My knee got hurt and I hoped that it will be fine by tomorrow though my bike was not.
It was not necessary to set the alarm on my watch because I’m awake at six o’clock in the morning. I was sleeping very lightly. I do not feel either fresh or relaxed. The whole morning reminded me of a nightmare. We’ve done well for the time – showering, breakfast and going out but I missed the fact that another few thousand people were preparing for the race so we spend most of the time in the car trying to find a free parking space.
Monday morning; not a morning full of optimism. In an effort to dispel resentment I do yoga, meditate, and guess what; sometimes it just does not work, it is Monday after all. When I drive to work, following the usual stop-start roads I arrive straight in the epicenter of the classic morning traffic jam. Damn, why did I stick to the main route and not take a detour when I could?
At the end of August 2016, two Poles were attacked in the nearby town of Harlow. Harlow is one of the more xenophobic towns where most people voted for Brexit and the place is noted for being socially disadvantaged, a large proportion living on benefits. Social groups in crisis, in my opinion, are always the ones on the edge of society, whether for financial or other social problems. It’s a perpetual cycle in which these groups always accuse others of their situation. It is always easier to point the finger at someone else than take responsibility for their own lives.
2You may have heard about this case, a restaurant owner in England was found guilty after using cheaper peanut powder in place of almond powder, which unfortunately cost one customer’s life; a man who very clearly informed the restaurant about his allergy.
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“So, we’ll go and do it?” Ondra asked me. “You bet, this year we will not miss the march.” We talked about the London night march against cancer. This is a very popular campaign. The money from this campaign travels to research this insidious disease. Tickets for this event are sold out very quickly. This year, the campaign has reached over 17,000 brave souls who decided to take on the just over 42 kilometers crisscross journey through central London. We did not practice for the walk, but we were determined to do it. After all, I love walking, so what if for once, I’ll go all night.