Wednesday, June 08, 2005


I rarely run. Four knee operations have ensured that I live a rather slow moving existence. But, last night, I actually tore into a full-on sprint.
Mrs. TBF had a business dinner last night at the Gundeldingerhof Restaurant in Basel's Gundeli neighborhood with a bunch of her colleagues. I have to say that I was jealous because I really like eating there, and spouses were not invited. So, I decided to just settle down to a couple of hamburgers prepared for me by Helmut and a couple of beers. Later in the evening (it was actually when I was blogging my rant about my bad hamburger bun experience), the phone rang and it was Mrs. TBF inviting me to join the group at the restaurant for an after-dinner drink.
I threw on some clothes, looked at my watch, and realized that I had about two minutes to catch the next tram - otherwise it would be a fifteen minute wait.
I barreled out of the front door of our building, jumped down to the sidewalk from about the fifth step, looked back to make sure that I hadn't shattered the sidewalk tile (or any of my bones), and walked at such a brisk pace that it barely qualified as walking.
As I turned the corner around the Migros grocery store, I saw that the tram was already at the stop - about fifty meters away. My first thought was: too late! But then some primordial instinct took over and, before I even knew what I was doing, I was sprinting directly toward the tram.
The tram began to move ever so slightly, but I forged ahead undeterred. At this point, the tram driver must have seen this large blur of Finnish flesh heading directly at him and he not only stopped the tram, but he also opened the door for me! As I passed in front of him - leaping the last couple of meters for good measure - I gave him a wink and a nod and disappeared into the tram where I was met by about ten pairs of staring eyes. Even the couple who were making out stopped to stare.
About ten seconds after I sat down, I realized that I my heart was beating pretty hard (but not pounding!), and I definitely felt about a gallon of adrenaline coursing through my veins. I also realized something else - RUNNING IS COMPLETELY OVERRATED! It's way too much work.
Anyway...I walked into the restaurant about fifteen minutes later where I had a nice time with Mrs. TBF and her colleagues. And, I'm happy to report that I didn't have to run to catch the tram home.

1 comment:

The DP said...

running is beyond overrated, i hate it.
nothing is worth running. except maybe my life, and then maybe i would only work up a fast walk.