Yesterday I mentioned in passing that while traveling recently I missed my connecting flight. While this wasn’t fun, I learned something interesting about myself. I could have said, “Yeah . . . I’m not going to make that,” and, as it happens, it was actively impossible for me to have made it by the time I got off the plane because boarding had closed pretty much the moment my feet touched the ground.
But I didn’t realize that at the time. (I was in such a rush I was thinking departure time, not boarding time, and I had fifteen minutes before departure.)
Even a small delay might give me the time I need, I thought, so off I sprinted . . . from Gate A24 to Gate D6 . . . in Atlanta. I made it in ten minutes, which is a decent time.
And I felt recovered from that sprint about an hour later.