tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9424490.post-1150046751554225402006-06-11T18:25:00.000+01:002006-06-11T18:30:05.933+01:00Yes.... it was a ridiculous spectacle. We had one minute to go before the train left platform 9B at Kings Cross and we were in the main lobby by the indicator board. Oh dear. Zengirl's gammy leg is not going to make it for sure. But we want to try; it's a very good train and is fast to our destination and we are tired.. Otherwise we face a wait late at night and.. No, no, let's try and get this train. Quick... come on... walk as fast as you can... Ok, pant, pant, I'm GOING TO DO THIS!!! A kind of weird shuffle/jog/lurch was born, as I speedily made my way down the concourse. I think my arms were doing the crawl but my legs were doing the hurdles/ice skating... I started cracking up under the pressure. My boyfriend was at first walking alongside me, then walking a little ahead, pulling me by the hand, then really dragging me along, and then POP! our hands parted and he legged it away to the train! I was left staggering, hoping, and swimming alone, in a desperate and stupid effort to get to the platform on time. Just then I heard the loud whistle of the train as it prepared to depart. I started laughing at myself, knowing it was really impossible, when I realised that they were actually holding the train for me. My boyfriend had told them I'd hurt my leg and couldn't go fast - they waited a few seconds and I GOT ON THE TRAIN!!!<br /><br />Oh glorious feeling ==> I WAS PANTING AND SWEATING!!! Oh lovely fast beating heart....! I was out of breath and panting at last, and I could really feel my heart thump (just from a little weeny jog – pathetic but true. After three months of slow steady beating.)<br /><br />Luckily I didn't fall over and do any damage - that could have happened - but luckily didn't. So now I know for sure: I can't run at all, but I can swim in the air.Zengirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07396865636822408898noreply@blogger.com