Yeah. I love that, too.
I didn't even hear my alarm go off this morning, so when my roommate woke me up, asking when my exam was, my heart sunk. It was 8:58 and my test was at 9:05. I've never jumped out of bed so quickly in my life.
I didn't even put on a new shirt. I just kept my pajama shirt on, pulled on some jeans, threw on my coat, tied my shoes, and then flew out the door.
Oh boy, did I run. Sometimes if I'm late to an appointment I'll run in spurts/speedwalk so that I don't attract too much attention to myself. But I didn't care this morning. I just ran. I ran until I was halfway up the hill and was panting so much that I had to stop and catch my breath. And then, when I got to the crosswalk at the top of the hill, I started running again.
My appointment was on the 3rd floor of the JFSB, but I did not want to take the stairs--I was pretty sure I would collapse. So, I waited for the elevator, standing next to a girl who looked at me with a mixture of pity and amusement. I thought about asking her for the time, but then the elevator opened and I was too concerned with pressing the "3" button.
We rode the elevator in relative silence, except for the sounds of my panting. Wheeze, out. Wheeze, out.
The girl got off at level 2. As she left she said, "Have a nice day." Yup. Pretty sure she was pitying me.
I ran through the carpeted halls of the JFSB to my professor's office. I made it there at 9:07--just two minutes after my assigned time. I felt really proud of myself. And really exhausted.
There are many things that I'm grateful for from this experience:
1. Roommates who look out for me.
2. That the crosswalks were free of cars or bikes when I ran across them.
4. Kind Professors.
5. That I have a healthy body--healthy enough that I can run from my apartment to the JFSB in about five minutes.
I think I'll do it in heels next time.