Time to spare

I sure didn't want to, but I woke up about 5 this morning, brewed a quick cup of coffee & quickly gulped it down, and headed to the gym. I wanted to run outside, but it was too chilly in SLC this morning, so treadmill it was.
I had to warm up on an elliptical, 'cause all the treadmills were taken. About 5 minutes was all it took for one to open up (what time did that person start?!?), and I quickly snagged it. I was surprised to feel really good. I guess I shouldn't be surprised, since i missed yesterday's run, eh? Anyway, I felt great - ran a faster pace than usual too, so that was a plus. I rushed back to my room, got ready and headed down to my meeting, which started before 8! I'm dyin' here, people. :-)
I left the meeting just a little bit early to get to the airport. Well, as it turns out, no need to rush. There's plenty o' time to spare. As I'm checking in to the flight, a message pops up on the screen, telling me that my flight is delayed and it will cause me to miss my connection in Denver. The next "best" offer, per the screen, is a flight that gets me in after midnight! What? I guess I was just staring at the screen, 'cause an agent came up and asked if I needed help. I asked if that was really the best option, or if she could get me home a bit sooner. Well, it's not a ton better, but I think I get home around 11.
Where am I now? I'm sitting in the Denver Airport, with all kinds of time to catch up on my blog...and all kinds of ridiculousness to discuss on my blog. I recognize that I'm under-rested (and a bit hungry at the moment), so perspective is likely off. But, I'm admittedly sick of people and ready to be home. Here are some random observations, etc.
I ended up with a window seat on my flight from SLC to Denver. I don't like the window 'cause I'm kinda claustrophobic. Oh well, we deal with these things. Thankfully, a tiny teenager sat next to me, so I wasn't smashed against the window. She was a nice little gal. As we're taking off, I turn to look out the window (here I go again with the beautiful mountains!!!) and catch an enormous whiff of stinky feet. Oh great - who took their shoes off on the PACKED flight? I thought maybe it was my imagination, but the stench was confirmed many times throughout the flight. It wasn't until we were landing that I caught a glimpse of the STINKY tennis shoe - propped up just behind my arm rest! Geesh - no one had taken their shoes off after all...these dogs wreaked THROUGH the shoes! Ok, so I'm happy to get off the plane.
Now, I've been sitting here at this table, typing for a bit. I've witnessed numerous children pitching fits - that's gotta be a good time. I think it's bad being stuck in an airport by myself - i can't imagine having kiddos with you. Why aren't there movie theaters in airports? Good idea, huh?
This gal sat down at the table next to me and has talked at very high decibels, nonstop. I know a lot about her now. Too bad it's not terribly exciting, eh? I finally had to move over a table. I couldn't hear myself thinking any longer.
I'm right near this little Harley-Davidson kiosk/store...it's funny to watch these kids beg their parents to buy them something. Really? Do you really want that puppy with a skull/crossbones on it?
I forgot to tell this odd story - on my flight from KC to Denver, there was a guy sitting next to me that kept chatting. I was reading my new Runner's World magazine and next thing I knew he was pointing at something and talking about it. No trouble - maybe it just caught his eye...nope, a little while later he says something about the article I'm reading - the dude is reading the magazine with me. I find that odd.
I fall asleep, which ends my reading. Who knows, maybe he read my magazine while I was snoozing.
Well, that's it for now. I gotta move before I have a permanent imprint from this chair! Hopefully I get home at a decent hour and get some shut-eye before my ride tomorrow morning!