Wednesday, December 1, 2010

workin' on my fitness?

Yesterday started off beautifully. We got to the airport and I was perfectly prepared. Our first two flights went off without a hitch, not one meltdown and Liv slept the entire second one flight. I was feeling pretty lucky.

When we reached the area where our stroller was, I put my sleeping child in and kept it reclined. I hung her diaper bag over the handlebar and lugged my backpack onto my back. I spotted the screen for connecting flights and saw my flight was departing at 9:15pm. I then noticed the clock on the wall, which read 9:00pm. Immediate panic went through me and I started sprinting.

Ok, you may be thinking "yeah right, sprinting?", but yes...I used to run track in highschool and that is exactly what it felt I was running a 400m dash, but really it was the 1600m, and let me tell you...if I had been racing the 1600m dash, I would have won! During my dash, I heard over the loud speaker "final call for boarding on flight 1055 to Calgary". SERIOUSLY?! Didn't anyone tell them that I was coming?! I heard that message two more times... During which I felt super grateful that I had worn extra long warm socks, boots, long sleeved shirt, sweatshirt, and winter jacket.

The only thing running through my head was if I missed this damn flight, there would be tears. Lots of them, between gasps for air. BUT I made the skin of my teeth. As my lead filled legs closed in on my gate, I could see that the women at the desk could tell I was sprinting to the flight because they point at me like "oh there she is!". So I start walking because my legs were going to fall off and I was huffing and puffing. I walked up to the desk and the woman immdiately asks for my passport, ummm "just a second ::GASPPPP::, while I die ""GASPPPP". I hand the demanding b-word over our passports and she stands there making me a ticket because conveniently I don't have a seat.

No Joke...everyone was staring at me. I don't know if it was they were concerned for my health or embarassed for me because I was half dead, sweating, and red faced due to my abnormal physical exertion. I didn't even care. I contemplated giving them all the finger and asking them if they just sprinted across the damn airport dressed for a blizzard with a 30lb sleeping baby, dipe bag, and a 20lb backpack on?!!!! Don't mess with me.

The stewardess handed me my boarding pass while I swallowed the puke rising in my throat. Liv was honestly a champ. As soon as we got on board, I gave her a bottle and she was back asleep before she even finished it...completely oblivious to the drama that just went down around her.


  1. you go girl! i think traveling is one of the things i am MOST dreading once my child graces this world...sounds like Liv is a pretty good traveler- I only HOPE I am so lucky! :)

  2. Haha...I can just see Liv having the best snooze of her life during your workout!

  3. Thanks Joan...yeah she is pretty good, to a point. She definitley has her limits. It gets easier the more you do it.

    oh yeah Dani...she was enjoying the ride.

  4. HAHA Desi this just made me laugh out loud in class. I know exactly have you felt cuz I experianced the same thing with Amara...sept she was seven and didnt enjoy running the airport marathon with me. I'm glad you two got home safe :)


  5. I was panicking for you in this post. One of my BIGGEST fears (besides actually flying) is missing the plane. To me, it's like dying because I can't see how anything could ever happen after that.
    My friend used to miss her flights all the time for business because she was always late. I couldn't believe how casual she was about it.

  6. hahaha, ummm I've definitley missed my flights before...and its twice as terrible with a baby. It makes me cry to even think about it.

  7. I'm glad you made it. I HATE running through airports. Why do airports insist on making us all stressed?

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