
This morning I got to play "Beat the Clock." Let's just say my alarm didn't go off, (until 6:25 tonight that is) and as I was rolling out of a bed T minus 40 to the morning meeting, my daughter ran into my room with eyes as wide as saucers saying in disbelief, "Cookster's gone!" Cookster is a rabbit that I received as a gift on Mother's Day. Funny story- maybe material for another post on forced pet adoptions. Anyway, we had moved his, (sorry- HER) cage outside onto the deck the other night and she managed to pull a disappearing act. No rabbit in site, but the cage was still locked tight. Perhaps she used to be owned by a magician?
Fortunately, Cookster was easily recovered after we spooked her out of hiding and she ran under the swing set. We all circled around her, tiptoeing carefully like Elmer Fudd during wabbit season. Daddy managed to grab her and then also discovered the secret passage that enabled her magnificent escape from the cage of doo. (this is not a typo. there is not supposed to be an M-or a rabbit in my house either.) I would tell you how she did it, but for fear this would somehow result in Cookster breaking the magician's code, I'll leave it out. Needless to say, I didn't have time to take the scenic route to work. I did manage to arrive on time, but feeling a bit like I had just been chased by a bear.
I'm convinced that "Beat the Clock" has by now surpassed baseball as America's favorite pass time. True, we can get a rush from it, just like sliding into home plate in unison with the ball thudding into the catcher's mitt. But feeling rushed and endangered certainly doesn't do us any good physically or emotionally. That frequent adrenaline rush can take it's toll. I experienced that a few years ago when my body decided it was sick of producing daily Neolithic Age doses of the hormone and just about quit producing adrenaline all together. It was like someone shut off my air supply and I started deflating like the bounce house after the carnival was over.
So the next time a game of "Beat the Clock" presents itself, consider instead making a play to avoid it. Because by playing at all, you really can never win. So don't take that last phone call 2 minutes before you have to walk out the door. Give up trying to squeeze in one more stop on the way someplace because you probably have time. Avoid eeeeking through intersections 1/12 of a second before the light turns red, and by all means never feel guilty about what you could have gotten done instead of showing up someplace 5 minutes early. After all, the human race has strived for thousands of years to create a modern age where people don't get chased by bears. So, the next time you hear the announcer calling your name for the home team in a game of "Beat the Clock" against the Bears, just go ahead and forfeit. Use that energy to win at something you actually care about instead.