How wonderful it must be to run home from work? With my current state of fitness and 18 kilometres separating my places of work and abode this really doesn’t seem like option for me, but what about walking home? At twenty past six on Friday I set out from my offices on Bishopsgate heading North. Three hours later I arrived in Barnet with slightly tired legs but notwithstanding feeling quietly proud of my accomplishment.
It’s certainly not the most tranquil of walks, impatient motorist screeching by most of the way, keen to start their weekends. The scenery along the way could hardly be described as the most beautiful but it was, nevertheless, an interesting and unusual way to spend a Friday evening. It’s true that one notices a great deal more when travelling on foot, not least just how many restaurants there are in north London (it’s also amazing just how good grilling meat smells when you’ve restricted yourself to 400 calories for lunch).
I don’t think I would want to make a habit of walking home, it’s not a particularly strenuous feet of athleticism and it just seems to takes so long. I was however, pleasantly surprised to learn from the mapmywalk application that I had burnt 1,700 calories enough to fund a couple of pints for Sunday night!
I wonder how many commuters of suburban London have worked their whole careers without connecting their homes and work places by foot? There’s something liberating about walking home, a little like the first time that one realises that it is possible to travel from Covent Garden to Piccadilly Circus without the aide of the tube. Cyril Connolly, once said that no city should be so large that a man could not walk out of it in a morning, I tend to agree and I am pleased to report that London is definitely not too large!