The wind chill factor was high and all I could think about was home and pyjamas. So it was an enormous relief when I reached the Windy Arbour luas stop.
With still another five minutes walking ahead of me, I gathered up the collars of my coat, pulled my gloves on tight, adjusted my man bag to a more comfortable position and set off humming an army march tune in my head. With my rhythm in place and all of my focus on the ultimate goal of reaching my pyjamas, it was a moment before I realised how bad the traffic was heading toward Dundrum. When I crossed the road I looked to my right and saw a white Corolla taxi. So I set myself the goal of beating this taxi to the turn of to my estate.
I could not deviate from my rhythm. I could not lengthen my stride. This would be cheating. So I pulled ahead only to have the taxi beside me about 2 seconds later. I glanced in the window of the taxi and took note of the taxi man looking back at me.
IT WAS ON!
I pulled ahead again and with a confident smile to myself looked to my right only to see the taxi pull sedately past me. Damn. So I focused on my rhythm and stole a glance in the taxi window as I sidled past. This was definitely a race. The taxi man smiled and I gave him a wave. This trend continued until I was about 100 metres from my turn off. The taxi was sitting at the corner. He had won. As I shamefacedly turned the corner I hear a shout from behind "Better luck next time bud!".
I glanced around and gave the winner his due. A small clap and a bow.
So it only goes to show you. Cars really are faster in a straight line than an over encumbered idiot walking in the cold.