The satisfaction in running to make it
There's a certain gratification of just running full-out for a train and just barely making it.
I saw that Saturday night when a pretty 20-ish lass stumbled headlong onto the Red Line car at Granville, laughing and smirking at having actually made it.
She throws herself into a seat, totally out of breath, and just exclaims: " I ran a full block to make this train." She was talking to just whoever was in hearing distance.
Stark reality set in a minute later when she also remarked: "Of course, it won't mean a damn thing if I have to wait 20 minutes at Howard for the Purple Line."