Running in the Station

This morning (and, really, every morning), I was walking in Schiphol from the train to the bus and there were several people coming out of the giant revolving doors and running maddly towards the train. As soon as the door opened into the station, it was like a gun went off and they were dashing in the direction of the train. And they do it fairly often, some people do it every day.

That's crazy. I hate that. I made a decision some time ago that I wasn't going to run for a bus in the morning. I mean I'll definitely pick up the pace and speed walk, but I refuse to run like I'm being chased. To me, getting to work is not so important that I need to run. But most importantly, I always factor in buffer time. So if I miss this bus, the next one will get me there in enough time.

It's all about proper planning. Plus, I'm forty. If I was a kid, I could see running and being obnoxious. Goodness knows the streets of New York are safer without me there running for busses and subways, although I did it less and less as time went on.

Now biking? That's another story. I bike like I'm being chased by vampire bats.