You know, when you can break a leg, without any warning, life becomes a bit of a minefield!
Do I run for a bus? is not an easy question to answer. If I run, I may bust my leg in mid stride, fall screaming onto the floor, look a complete fool to all and sundry, miss the bus and about three months of work, have to quit smoking while I spend days in hospital, an finally spend time at home, bored out of my brain while leg heals.
On the other hand do I miss the bus, wait in the freezing cold and rain for another while being targeted by knife carrying eight year old and his drugged up mum who are loitering at the bus stop?
Take a chance and run I say! Ive been taking a chance all my life and so far it has payed off magnificently.