I stopped long enough to slip my high-heeled work shoes off and shove them unceremoniously into my bag then I set out at a fast jog. It was becoming painfully obvious that the bra I was wearing was not a sports bra and this was one of those moments I was grateful that I'm not a particularly large-breasted woman but it was still bad enough. Between that and the hot concrete on my bare feet, I was beginning to suffer by the time I got to the station.

I ran down the stairs, trying not to knock an old lady flying in the process. I skipped and twirled my way...