Running for the bus
It was one of those mornings. My alarm probably went off, but it really didn’t matter since the sound was turned too low to be heard. This lead to my confusion on the way out the door and forgetting the lemons.
What lemons you say? The ones from our MeyerLemon tree that are becoming ripe by the dozen and that I use to thank the lovely nurses at the SFVA infusion center.
Back to the rest. My lack of organization led to my catching a later BART than usual (and having Dani 15 minutes later than usual at work). Pulling into the Powell Street Station at 0538 I figured that I was going to have a wait for the SFVA bus but decided to hoof it. Coming around the corner onto 5th, the bus was at the stop.
I can jog, right? or run at a mad dash down two + blocks. And the bus driver waited for me! Seriously, the previous transport drivers would wait till you were less than 50 meters from boarding, close the door and pull out. This lovely guy waited. There were less than a dozen of us on the bus and it is not like there is a lot of traffic in downtown SF before 0600.
So there I sat wishing I had coffee till the infusion center opened. Port accessed, an amazing amount of labs sent off and a nice chat later, I checked into Nuclear Med to find that they were more than happy to take me 30 minutes early which means I finished 30 minutes early. (Note, this did not help me get out any earlier since there was a screw up on my anti-malarials which took up more than an hour for thirty (30) measly capsules. It is at this point that I want to set out on my next errand.
The #38 Muni bus picks up in the drive between the hospital and clinics building. Out the door, dash down the sidewalk. The driver looks at me, closes the door and pulls out. ARGHHHH!
Now, If I jog the path leading off the campus, across Clement, two blocks down hill, cross both sections of Geary which are effectively two streets, turn left and run another block to the bus stop, I can catch the same bus. Which I do. This is the second run today. I am not in the shape I would like to be. Bus to UC Hastings. Hiked to AT&T park. Tram to BART and home.
According to my watch, I more than got my number of steps in….