I ran at least 500 meters after a bus, and yes I got on it. It is insane thinking about it now. I was panting worse than a sweating dog! The driver closed the door right in my face despite that I have made an effort to run. There were a few passengers boarding, and I couldn't understand why he was this blind, he could have noticed me racing behind his side mirror!
If it was in London, it would be easier, just jumping on at the rear exit.
I didn't know what makes me go after the bus. Normal Trixy would have just wasted another 15 minutes or more for the next one. But I wasn't normal today. I know I wanted to get on that bus, and I will have to. I ran.
From the bus terminal. 3 traffic lights. Hundreds of meter. Gosh, how long have I not been running... My last gym visit was probably over 3 months ago. The bus had to make a turn around the terminal and probably held up by a few traffic lights, so I had to be fast. A lot faster than what I usually run on that treadmill.
I was chasing, in fact I was ahead of it. But that damned stop was so far away!!! I kept my eyes on my back, then I saw it coming. I kept running, this time I have to make known to the driver "ITS YOUR BUS I'M CHASING, SO PLEASE WAIT FOR ME!"
Those people at the bus-stop must have seen me running from that distance... I wonder if anyone on the bus have seen this crazy woman doing a marathon just to get a bus ride. Those people seemed to know, did they tell the driver to wait?? Or have the driver seen me running alongside with his bus!! The bus arrived at the stop 30 seconds before I did... and it did wait for me this time.
I was so grateful. In fact, I wanted to say "Fuck you, didn't you see me just now!!" But I said, "Thank you!" This is just me.
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