The subway was crowded and everyone looked down at their mobile phones. It takes two hours from dawn to the company one way. Sometimes I wonder why I do this every day. Life in my hometown is so comfortable. Friends walk to and from work every day, and the bus takes half an hour at most. But I spend one-sixth of my day (four whole hours) on the road. After a long time, I learned to turn these long waits into exercise for myself.

All partners floating in 1 first-tier cities know that the morning peak subway is comparable to the grand occasion of Spring Festival travel rush peak, especially at the station where three subways meet. Although I am not petite as a woman, compared with some burly men 190 and those grocery stores (cheeky) who don't know why we young people crowded the subway, I am like a leaf in the cold wind, and the direction is completely out of my control. So since the company moved to the suburbs, I began to exercise my traffic endurance. Yes, I squeeze myself into the subway every day and set a goal (pride).

For example, I was hit by a boy who crowded the subway, and I would read it to myself silently. You see, you are angry again today. God is testing your patience and good temper. If I see others fighting because they are trampled on their feet, I will silently tell myself that you think they are not well-bred and your temper is much better than theirs. If I was stepped on, I wouldn't care, because I have to step on others at least three times a day (shamefully).

I usually go out at 7 o'clock in the morning, but it's fine in summer and especially tired in winter morning. Although I am warm, I am completely afraid of cold stars. On rainy days, my umbrella is always shaken by the wind. I hold it tightly with both hands, fearing that it will go with the wind. Cover your little face (a little big) with a scarf. Tell yourself silently that it is better for you to breathe fresh air than to lack oxygen in the subway. When I got to the oxygen-deficient subway, I told myself, you see, although it is suffocating with unknown gases, it is better than freezing to death outside.

Besides the subway, I have to change buses twice. Because of poor eyesight (why there are so many problems), I can't always see 1 and 0 clearly. Many times when bus XX 1 came, I ran to the front of the car in high spirits and found that it was bus XX0. Then I silently told myself, breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out. . . What are you doing? Don't get me wrong. Actually, I'm using this time to practice deep breathing. The pace of big cities is too fast, and I have the anxiety of waiting for the bus and being afraid of being late for work (where there are so many problems), so in order to alleviate the tension of waiting, I go out 10 minutes early every morning, preferring to walk slowly rather than run like a donkey. While waiting for buses and traffic lights, practicing deep breathing can not only exercise your vital capacity, but also make you feel calm. More air can also make you energetic (are you sure it's not smog? )

Time on the subway is especially precious. Although the air is dirty and my hands and feet are often touched on others (don't get me wrong), I don't have to run around these days. I can do something serious in the noisy subway. ) Yes, I downloaded the mobile phone e-book and brought headphones. I listen to online learning courses (Netease Open Class) and watch Kindle (I am a member for one year). I just want to make good use of these precious time every day.

If you live in a third-and fourth-tier city, you should laugh at how happy you are, how happy you are to walk to work every day and how happy you are to go home for dinner every day. It doesn't matter if you commute for a long time every day like me. We can take the time on the way to work as the time for daily exercise, emotional endurance exercise, vital capacity exercise, reading and learning new skills.