Choose-your-own-life-application: complete the story
As I sit in my office (also known as the copy room), occasionally - not everyday, but several times since I've been here -- I here a rumbling.
You see, a daycare operates in our church building. And one wall separates me from a long, fairly non-descript hallway. On certain days, when it's wet outside or perhaps too hot, or for who knows what all reasons -- the hallway is used. Some unknown number of kids are herded into the hallway, and they summon some hidden reservoir of energy to sprint from one end of the hallway to the other, screaming at the tops of their little lungs. And when they reach the end, they slam into the door, and I can only imagine the slowest of the kids (perhaps a chubby kid) smushing them all into the door, given the boom that I hear. But whatever damage from the impact they take is small, because soon enough they're yelling again and making the second half of their lap.
Finally, one day, while walking through the church I learned that they have a name for it -- "the running hall". Appropriately named. You know, sometimes I think the running hall is similar to one aspect of my life...