Flashes of Panic

I’ve mentioned, I think, that I tend to pick up loose change when I see it lying around.

I have to remind myself not to do this at inappropriate times. During road races, for example. So this morning, I passed up a quarter (I think—it could’ve been a nickel, but I was moving quickly) and a penny in rapid succession.

In hindsight, I sort of wish I’d picked them up, because then I would have had at least some positive result from the race.