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Going Slow on Friday
Jun. 29th, 2007 09:20 amToday is drive at the speed limit day. Having to do with saving gas and saving lives. I decided to 'play' as an experiment.
The world contrived against me (ok, it was all me). First, I forgot my phone, so I ran back into the house to get it. Fine. Backing up (I have a long narrow bumpy driveway to exit out of). ... Unusually, today I had made a smoothie for breakfast (with my favorite gadget, the Magic Bullet). I stuck it (admittedly, barely) into my Kia's cup holder. Proceed to backing up. Proceed to cup flying out of cup holder, flinging thick pink goo everywhere (strawberry protein shake). Sigh.
Stop in middle of driveway, near hose. And in the midst of the landlady's unpruned thorny climbing roses. Much mopping up activity ensued. (and clothes being grabbed by thorns.) The inside of the car cleaned up pretty well, but I have doubts about my work bag. Well I don't love it anyhow (it zips all the way around; what genius came up with that design??).
Back on the road. Running very, very late. Like, four minutes to eight (and the goal is to be at work in the vicinity of 8am). Oh well. I consider blowing off the drive-the-speed limit thing, but, wotthehell, it's not like anyone is tracking me anyhow (save my own guilt, but that's another - silly - issue).
Guess what. I got to work at about 8:12, which is like a new world record. I'm usually *very* good at predicting what time I will arrive at work; usually within a minute. I was about five off today! And the really bizarre thing was, a fair number of folks were driving the speed limit. A fair number weren't, but it was easy for them to get into the left lane. There was an unusual (read: safe) amount of space between cars.
It is true the cops were out on my route (there's been much cracking down of 80+ speeders in recent months, which I certainly can't argue with). However, today was more than that. There wasn't the huge backup in the two places where they usually occur. Now, I've run late before (shocking) and don't recall that making such a difference.
Anyhow, it was remarkable. And much less stressy. We'll see how the return commute goes.
The world contrived against me (ok, it was all me). First, I forgot my phone, so I ran back into the house to get it. Fine. Backing up (I have a long narrow bumpy driveway to exit out of). ... Unusually, today I had made a smoothie for breakfast (with my favorite gadget, the Magic Bullet). I stuck it (admittedly, barely) into my Kia's cup holder. Proceed to backing up. Proceed to cup flying out of cup holder, flinging thick pink goo everywhere (strawberry protein shake). Sigh.
Stop in middle of driveway, near hose. And in the midst of the landlady's unpruned thorny climbing roses. Much mopping up activity ensued. (and clothes being grabbed by thorns.) The inside of the car cleaned up pretty well, but I have doubts about my work bag. Well I don't love it anyhow (it zips all the way around; what genius came up with that design??).
Back on the road. Running very, very late. Like, four minutes to eight (and the goal is to be at work in the vicinity of 8am). Oh well. I consider blowing off the drive-the-speed limit thing, but, wotthehell, it's not like anyone is tracking me anyhow (save my own guilt, but that's another - silly - issue).
Guess what. I got to work at about 8:12, which is like a new world record. I'm usually *very* good at predicting what time I will arrive at work; usually within a minute. I was about five off today! And the really bizarre thing was, a fair number of folks were driving the speed limit. A fair number weren't, but it was easy for them to get into the left lane. There was an unusual (read: safe) amount of space between cars.
It is true the cops were out on my route (there's been much cracking down of 80+ speeders in recent months, which I certainly can't argue with). However, today was more than that. There wasn't the huge backup in the two places where they usually occur. Now, I've run late before (shocking) and don't recall that making such a difference.
Anyhow, it was remarkable. And much less stressy. We'll see how the return commute goes.
