The first thing that happened as I ran away from my still giggling colleagues (it was the shorts) was a massive feeling of positiveness, it just felt good to be on the road after a day at work.
This positive vibe continued as I ran through Holborn, down London wall, and into Liverpool st.
By this point I was doing good time, I felt great, and my music (Marcus Intalex fabric) was lifting my spirits. All was right in the world.
As I got to the junction that joins great eastern street, commercial st, and shoreditch high st I felt the urge to run through the centre of the road as all the lights were red. The drivers faces sat in their cars, bored with the traffic, and looking at me with envy, or disdain. I didn't really care which.
I got to the other side and looked across the road to see a fellow runner, he looked tired and very sweaty, but I could tell, I'm not sure how, that he was in the same good place I was.
He was crossing the road and I could see that we would 'meet' on my side, and I don't know why, but as he got maybe a metre away from me I raised my arm up and offered him a high five. As I did so he looked across towards me, smiled, and met my high five with a symmetry that, if we'd practiced, we would never have got right.
The clap was loud and celebratory, then we ran off in different directions. I was so happy about this tiny moment of joy, that I missed my road and ran the long way home.
But it was worth it.
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