I’ll tell you, had there been an Olympic track coach in Dulles last week, my friend Adam Tonkin and I would be going to London in 2012. After finally getting our gate-checked luggage, we ran for our gate in the C concourse. We ran down hallways. We ran around corners. We ran up stairs. We ran up escalators. We ran down stairs. We ran down escalators. We yelled to people to get out of our way, and then dodged to the side when they didn’t. It took under 6 minutes to get to gate, sprinting all the way. We didn’t quite do a baseball slide into the gate, but it was close. It took us both about an hour after the flight left for us to stop feeling like we were going to pass out or throw up. I’ve certainly not gone to those lengths to make a flight before.