You arrive at Bristol station just in time. You see a group of people crowding together, talking and laughing nervously. There is that tense feeling in the air, the feeling you have before taking on a challenge of 45km with a group of strangers.
There is something special about the group. Everyone just gets each other. One woman uses sign language to communicate, and she makes you laugh. There is this deep human understanding, and you notice how much deeper connection goes than words. The laughs get more and more confident as you leave kilometer after kilometer behind you.
You arrive. 45km later. You all get a box of pasta. Someone drops a piece on the ground and eats it anyway. There is this relaxed confidence in the air. The run gave you time to talk about everything, and nothing feels uncomfortable or strange anymore.
