Boyfriend and I came out here to visit his parents (they have a house here and will be moving full time when they retire in the next year), and it was so strange to me to be traveling without doing a marathon! We had dinner at JFK before our flight, and I found myself ordering pasta and eating tons of bread… it’s just what I do at airports on Friday night! Unfortunately, I don’t think the carbs were quite necessary for my grueling Saturday workout of lying by the pool and tanning. They were especially not necessary when you consider how many chips with guacamole I ate this weekend… that was plenty of carbs!
So we’re on the red eye flight back tonight… hopefully. The flight is pretty full, which is a risk of flying standby that we were willing to take, but there are other people who should be at our same priority level on the standby list but have pulled illegal shenanigans to get themselves to the top of the list. If I miss this flight because of them, you can bet I will be pretty pissed. I would like to be back at 7 AM tomorrow, not 7 PM, thankyouverymuch.
This is going to be an odd week for me. Boyfriend leaves on Wednesday for a crazy 10 day mountain climbing trip which is going to leave me home alone and really scared for his safety. Take day 4, for example:
Day 4: Crevasse Rescue day. Climbers will participate and perform all aspects of crevasse rescue. You learn to rescue yourself and others from crevasses. Instruction includes setting rescue systems and prussiking out of a crevasse with pack and sled.
Um, yeah. People think my hobby of running marathons can be dangerous?! Why on earth would someone want to jump into a bottomless pit to make sure that his friends know the proper way of saving him? To make things worse, the guys won’t have cell phones on the mountain, so I won’t know anything until the following Friday when they get back to Seattle. You all saw how I got after one night of worrying about Boyfriend’s safety, and now I have to go ten days KNOWING he’s in a dangerous situation and not being able to do anything about it.
My solution is to go crazy with getting in shape. The plan starts with me signing up for two marathons (Sunburst in Indiana on 6/6 and Hatfield McCoy in Kentucky/West Virginia on 6/13), but it will be further expanded by finally getting back to daily (or maybe even twice-daily) workouts, and eating ridiculously healthy food (hey, with Boyfriend gone, there’s going to be no one to tempt me into Indian takeout). When he gets back, I am going to be the hottest, thinnest, most in-shape girlfriend ever!
Stay tuned to hear how this goes. Hopefully it will not be like my aborted half-Ironman endeavor 🙂