The Joy Of Running

The Eiffel Tower is just the place in which to have a crisis and to make a decision. I did not trouble to look out at the top. I took the next lift down the tower, whistling cheerfully as we shot back to earth. Then and there I forgot about running and learned a new technique of getting from place to place: hitchhiking. Today, when I am working in a hospital or walking through a London fog, I look back on that holiday as one thinks of summer when snow is on the ground. How cheaply I had bought my freedom!