Spontaneity

Number 64 and I were standing at the start of the London Thames Meander, a 90 km run, shoulder to shoulder. We were so preoccupied with the wealth of well-known Ultra-runners that we missed the instructions and the sounding of the start horn. We then resolved to be more attentive during the race. Well, in the afternoon we could forget our resolutions. We took a wrong turn and there we were, standing in the middle of a mobile home park. Where the heck do we go from here? Number 64 said "We'll just knock on someone's door." A nearby trailer looked good, so I knocked.

"Ya, just come in Ralph!" answered a rough voice. Number 64 and I just looked at each other an shrugged our shoulders. I opened the door. We were flabbergasted to see a completely naked, beer-bellied Brit with a cigar, expecting Ralph, his mouth and eyes wide open. He apologized and scrambled for his towel. Wonder what he was planning to do with Ralph... I knew then - it is definitely more thrilling to set off without concrete ideas than to get caught in a fixed orderly plan...