How Running And Not Mindless Positivity Saved My Life On Friday
I have been exhausted this past week due to travelling home from Vegas.
Fortunately on Friday morning I had all-but-recovered after a great 11 hour sleep. I was back to my old self and life seemed good again on Friday morning.
I wanted to start the day in a positive manner. Too often I’m in a bad mood without good reason.
This time I just sat around in a state of bliss for an hour and then caught my train.
Then the shit hit the fan.
The ticket inspector on the train demanded to see my ticket. I reached into my pocket and quickly came to the conclusion that my weekly train pass was gone.
I told him that I’d misplaced my ticket. He assumed that I was trying to evade paying my fare. Offended by his attitude I offered to settle things with my debit card.
Unfortunately for me he didn’t have a machine that could process cards.
He ordered me off the train at Belfast.
Since I rely on a connecting train to get to work on time, I didn’t have the time to go into the station, get a ticket and then catch the connecting train.
I only had one realistic option. I had to use my running skills to run up to the station at Botanic, buy a ticket and sprint right back down again to catch the next train.
This wasn’t as easy as it sounds.
I had just ran 10 miles that morning. My nipples were chaffed. Every time I moved my smartphone rubbed against my tit and it resulted in a deep cringing pain.
So I got off the train, contemplated winging the conductor the bird as I ran past his carriage, but thought better of it and got to the station.
With my cheese money jangling in my jeans pocket I sprinted up the ramp, bought the ticket and then seen my train pulling up at the platform.
I wasn’t gonna fucking miss the train now.
I turned on the pace.
I was striding like a fucking Chetah.
A little old lady was standing waiting to get on the train and she met my gaze.
She saw death, destruction and the end of everything in my eyes.
For a 215 pounds Irishman was sprinting directly towards her with his limbs pumping furiously. I think at this point tears were welling up in my eyes in relief that I’d succeeded against such impossible odds.
The lady wasn’t aware of my story however. All she saw was a maniac sprinting at her.
“Soon it will be raining fire” thought She.
By the time she got on the train, I knew I had succeeded in my mission not to be late that morning.
“Too easy” thought I.
So I sprinted to the far end of the carriage knowing that I was now stylin’.
And I made it!
Running and not mindless positivity had saved my bacon.
Live Twitter action.
This is a feed from my @angryjogger Twitter account as it happened. To read in order, start from the bottom.