The loveliest bit of the cycle commute: Burgess Park |
Day 196
Monday rest day. Sat on my arse day. Gazing at a screen day. It's exraordinary how the hours just slide past if you're not careful: 120 minutes of inaction. So I plan to stretch my legs every hour at least, for about 5 minutes. You only need a minute or two to run up and down 120 stairs. You may pass the odd co worker on the flights, but most people use the lift. No-one notices your odd behaviour, or your slightly breathless demeanour when you sit down and start tapping the keyboard again. It's all grist to the mill.
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