I admit it. I was running for a train. I know the signs tell you that safe Metro riders never run for trains, but those people’s parents probably aren’t visiting from the Midwest and they probably don’t have to get two days of work done by noon when they’re supposed to meet those parents to show them the splendors of LA. Anyway, while I was running my sunglasses flew off and shattered on the tile floor. I scooped up the pieces and kept lurching towards those doors and just as I was getting close, really feeling hopeful, they slid shut. I locked eyes with an elderly Korean lady sitting just inside the train. She looked disgusted that I didn’t make a better effort as the train slid off down the tube, out of the 7th street station and up into the light of a brand new day. Just then I noticed I was on the wrong side of the platform meaning I’d missed the wrong train. Over on the Long Beach side, a new train was just pulling in. Time to run again.