Posted by: charityliz | May 11, 2011

train sprints

Today I found myself sprinting to the train after work, and I squeezed on right as the doors were closing behind me, literally letting out a squeal that was a mix of panic, glee and then relief! Now I realize that this may sound like a typical day-in-the-life of a “city girl”, but let me just say, city girls seem to wear fabulous heals that keep them from sprinting and never seem to be in so much of a rush that would warrant raising their heart rate beyond a brisk (and confident) walking pace.  But not me.  No.  I was all out running, conveniently outfitted with running shoes and frumpy back pack.

As I plopped down in my train seat, I felt a deep sense of exhilarating accomplishment.  I had beat all odds and made it to the train!  Glancing at the time, I realized that I was also a full minute late, so the train had actually waited for me which was highly unusual–but never mind that!  I had victory! Sweet success!  I was not going to lose an ounce of time waiting for the next train.  My destiny was to be on that train!

…and then I realized something that felt odd to admit to myself.  I really had no idea why I was racing to that train other than the mere idea that I might actually catch it!  Unlike most evenings, I didn’t really have any plans after work and it wouldn’t have been a big deal to take the next train leaving in the next 20 minutes or so.  Dang.  I am such a sucker for efficiency that it kills me sometimes!
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  1. You are so cute… you remind me of “Mary Richards.” Are you too young for that reference?? (Mary Tyler Moore Show in case you are!)


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