Run Girl, Let Me See Your Body Sweat

We hit traffic going to the airport yesterday and I got there at 6:00 for my 6:45 flight, which is cutting it close. Self-check-in was a breeze, but I noticed a snaking security line when I walked in. The line was long but was moving quickly. Still when I got through security it was 6:25. Technically, you need to be at your gate 15 minutes before the flight leaves. I grabbed my flip flops from the gray tub and ran like Kenyan to Terminal C. My gate was 23. Gates 1-4 didn’t start until a good way down the terminal. I booked it on the people-movers. The clock in the terminal read 6:27; I think the other ones were fast. Good. Run faster. The people-movers end. I run some more. I look up. C-11. Are you kidding? What is with this terminal? Every gate is about 3 miles apart. I am still running. No signs of a clock. Keep running. Legs hurt. Flip flops were made for the beach, not long-distance sprints. Ahh another people—mover. I can do this. I hope on. Pull out ticket to verify gate is C-23. Look closer. Seat = C-23! Gate = D-5! FFFFFFFFFFFFFF************CCCCCCKKK. Oooh I said that loud. Parents around look at me like I am the devil. I am still on the people-mover. Must get off. Run other way. Run. Run. Run some more. See man with golf-cart not taking anyone. Please sir, can you take me? Please. Please. Please. Can’t because you don’t work for Northwest? Please, please, please….no? really? Fighting back tears. You won’t help me? Minnesota Nice, my ass. Run. Run. Run. Legs really hurt. Finally get to D. D-5 is close. I see it. No one around. S**T (this time I say it in my head and not out loud). Run up to counter. Completely out of breath. Man says I didn’t miss it. I run down the gate. Women shuts door behind me. I walk onto plane. People look up at me because they hear me breathing. Sad. Need to be better about getting to the gym. Make girl move out of my aisle seat. I am sure she thought I wasn’t coming. Have a seat. Touch my shirt and it is wet with sweat. Gross. Takes me 2 hours to decompress.

I am going to have Ed post some pics from Dan’s graduation this weekend. I should really learn to post my own pics, but it seems very complicated to me right now.