Here in Los Angeles- it's not often so much "that walk" as "the drive". AS in- oh my gosh- I hope I make every red light and there isn't an accident up ahead and I can find the keys to the house in time.
Once as I was leaving a very, very fancy French restaurant (BTW- never go out for Frendch food), as we're pulling out of the driveway of the place, I turn to my friend and say- drive as fast as you can and don't stop....I made a 25 minute drive in 16 minutes breathing deeply the whole way becoming increasingly and cold and sweaty- it's good to know we've all been there....and it's good to be able to put your foot on the gas when you have to.