Don't you love it when someone sprints past you trying to catch the train before it leaves the station? I don't just mean jogging at a leisurely pace; I mean jumping from the fifth stair on the escalator flailing about and putting your leg through the door so it has to reopen. That's always a hoot to watch.
I saw such an occurrence today at the Dupont stop. This guy was legitimately sprinting. I was taking the same track, but I took it easy. I won't risk life and limb when the next train, according to the Metro display, was arriving in one minute. But, hey, he made his train. He got to wherever he was going one minute faster than I would have.
I find such physical exertions to be unnecessary. Take it easy, man. Even if you have a hot date, he/she will tolerate it if you are one minute late.
Of course, if I was taking the Wednesday 11pm train and I saw my train getting ready to leave, I would sprint like a motherfucker. I don't care if you're a pregnant amputee; if you are in between me and that train, I will run straight through you like a Mack truck.
I would rather have an injured pregnant amputee on my conscience than have to wait 16 minutes for a train again.