Thanks to a late arrival, I walked briskly through the jetway and out into the terminal. Glancing out through the window, I confirmed, to my relief, what the map in the airline magazine had shown: my connection, while technically in another terminal, was in fact quite close. I could see it from here, although I was separated from it by about 40 yards and two layers of glass. But as I hurried in that direction, I realized that you could only get from one terminal to another on some tram-like affair; you couldn’t walk it without going back out through security. With a sigh of annoyance, I quickened my pace past six gates to where the tram station was. Which was when realized it was one of those trams that circles in one direction along its route. If I was in luck, mine would be the first stop. I wasn’t in luck; the tram went the opposite way, so my stop was the last stop. Aligning all my chi to will the tram faster, I got to my stop, dashed out the door, skipped steps down the escalator, and vaulted towards the gate. Just in time. In 20 minutes I had managed to travel a net 40 yards.
