So what is it like driving into New York each day? This is something that I have always vaguely wondered about. I guess over the next few weeks I will be finding out a little more about it. For most of my life, I assumed that it would be stressful, chaotic, time-consuming, and generally undesirable, but, by and large, I think I was wrong.
As I imagined it, the most bothersome factor to me was the time that I anticipated would be wasted on the road, but it really doesn’t seem to be as bad as I envisioned. Perhaps the traffic is better than it has been in the past because commuters are using their smart phones to make real-time adjustments to their routes resulting is some type of line balancing. Maybe there are more users of mass transit because of the steep $12 toll to even enter the city. Possibly the astronomical cost of parking a car there, especially an SUV like mine, is keeping would be drivers away. Whatever the case, I have generally been able to make the 30-some-odd mile journey, door to door, often during the rush hours, in less than an hour, with my worst commute time this week being 71 minutes. Not too shabby.
If I were a permanent commuter to New York City, I would undoubtedly plot my commute times, grouped by departure time, on a normal curve so that I could leave my house at the last possible minute with 95% confidence of arriving at my destination on time. Unfortunately, with my erratic appointment times, I won’t be able to collect enough data points for any meaningful analysis. On the bright side, I am saved from the extremely nerdy activity of playing with MiniTab on a weekend.
My concern about driving in New York City being extremely stressful was also exaggerated. Perhaps I’m getting more laid back. More likely, my car rides through India have made New York traffic look tame. As long as I am anticipating that the other drivers will treat the road like water, it does not freak me out nearly as much when they straddle lanes or change lanes unexpectedly. Literally, I’m learning to just go with the flow.
Surprisingly, or perhaps not, learning to fearlessly navigate the narrow farm roads in Indiana has done wonders to alleviate the stress of driving in a narrow lane between a Jersey barrier and another wide or erratically functioning vehicle. Surely I’m not the only person who has gotten freaked out by that. I’m over it now though. FDR, I fear you no more.
As you may have surmised, things are going well so far. Four treatments down, just 13 to go. We can round up and call that 25% complete.
More on running coming soon.