Yesterday's BART Adventure
The time is 6:39 pm, the train is leaving at 6:43 and I'm still on the 22nd floor, 2.5 blocks from the train station. The elevator gods are with me and I get on right away. I walk briskly out of the building then burst into a run once I get outside. The bank clock says 6:44 but I know it's not in synch with BART, so I keep running. I manage to fish my ticket out of my pocket and get through the turnstile, still running. I vault down the 2 level escalator, where I see a train sitting there and, as I get further down, I see the letter T on the board, for the Fremont train. My train. The doors are open and I'm still 6 steps away, still running. I put on an extra burst of speed as I reach the platform floor, crashing through the closing door and catching my foot on the door but still making it in time to catch stunned glances from the other folks on the train. I huffed and puffed for 1/2 the ride but made it home on time.