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.