I have a range of times to leave the house for work:
8:50am for the train; 9:00am for a bike ride; 9:15am for a drive.
I’ve just got my bike back from the amazingly helpful husband of a work colleague who fixes bikes ~for fun~ ! The seat needs adjusting from the cloud-scraping height it was set to during repairs so I can touch the floor but I’ll do that another time.
So I set off at 9:00am for the train… After waving goodbye to Sue, and waving goodbye to Sue, and waving goodbye to Sue, I check my watch and realise I have 3 minutes before the train is scheduled to leave.
Praying to Jon Lockley, the patron saint of delayed conveyances, I starting running (a.k.a. gently jogging) to Earley station.
I am impressed with myself in that I managed to get onto the train as the guard’s whistle went and didn’t collapse in a heap of laboured breathing.