Positive, Positive, Negative, Frame

Today was the first day in six weeks I drove to work. It was planned. You see, the streak was beginning to wear on me. There were calls from the international press corps, reality TV offers and people in Vegas asking about parimutuel betting.

There were lots of opinions about my 'walking to work' streak:

• Six weeks? I know people who walk to work everyday for years. Your streak is really no big deal.
  
• Wow, six weeks? I have to drive 40 min every day....you are sooo lucky to live so close to work.
  
• Jim, that's really neat...but honestly, who cares?
• Jim, how long do you think you can keep this up? [Answer: Six Weeks]
  

As predicted, there were several factors to my decision to drive. I had an errand to run at lunch and I really didn't feel like hoofing it. Also, it was snowing out most of the day [snowing when it is nearly May is excuse enough, eh?]...

After my appointment, I received a phone call from a friend who had accidentally left his lights on. There was a dead battery, could I help? Of course, I'd drive right over.....

So there you have it. After six weeks of walking, I was able to help a fellow human out of a jam because I had changed my routine. Must have been fate....