The hotel gym got busy very early this morning.
As I was rushing off, I looked back and noticed the odd visual of the remaining treadmillers all marching together out of synch, in line.
These people were running at paces between 6 and 12 kilometers per hour, yet they all lined up there all in a row, marching, at their own rhythm, yet without any harmony amongst themselves. Together, yet all individual.
That’s a metaphor if I’ve ever seen one.