Last week I had a doctor’s appointment.  I scheduled it knowing I’d have enough time to get there if I left directly from work.  So when my workday ended, I rushed out to the parking lot to jump in my vehicle only to find it wasn’t there.  After a moment of panic, I remembered  the now brainless move on my part.  At lunch time I went home to grab a sandwich.  In the process of doing so, I drove into a tangle of road repair at the entrance of my street.  Traffic was backed up in both directions because only one lane was open.  At the time it seemed like a good idea to leave my car in the safety of my driveway and walk the 3/4th of a mile back to work.

There I was, after work, standing in the parking lot, realizing “doing life” called for a workout if I was going to make it to my appointment on time.  I had no choice but to race-walk the 3/4 of a mile home with a backpack on my shoulders. I arrived home quite soggy from the searing sun.  Believe it or not, I was able to catch enough green lights and encountered no additional road construction on my way to the appointment.  I made it just in time!

Only one problem remained.  I needed to slow my breathing so I could have a successful appointment.