I got to the airport super early on Friday, because I hate paying for airport parking. So B dropped me off, and I decided that it was time for some breakfast. I really wasn’t feeling the Chick-Fil-A – mainly because it was like 3/10 of a mile away from my gate, and well, I was saving all of my energy for the half marathon.
There is this cute little place called Grounded in Birmingham that served breakfast sandwiches and smoothies, so I got an awesome little breakfast bowl. It was pretty great, and if you ever get laid over in the ham, you should eat there. They also have lunches and what not, so you don’t have to just be stuck there in the morning.
I get my delicious breakfast and then get to my gate. Where to my horror, I see my flight has been delayed by thirty minutes. Ok, fine. Thirty minutes. I can deal with that. And then, it just kept going up. So I sat there and waited – just me and my nerves. I so love sitting and thinking about my death by falling from 30000 feet.
An hour later than my flight was supposed to leave, the plane took off.
I landed and met Brett – who was gentlemanly enough to come and pick me up from the hell that is O’Hare.
We went to check into the hotel and went immediately to find some food. Luckily for us, there was a cute little burger joint about 300 feet from the hotel. Maybe more or less – I don’t know, I’m horrible at calculating distances. I got this super yummy cider that came in the cutest little glass.
After lunch, Brett and I walked down to the bean to take all the pictures. It was a absolutely gorgeous day, and the walk was beautiful. I was so rudely informed of the real name of the Bean on this trip. I will not ruin your day by telling you – for some reason, I feel like all the magic is gone now.
We then met up with an old friend of mine for drinks and dinner. Brett and I got an awesome picture together! Definitely probably the best one of us ever. From there the night went to shit as I started to feel like garbage, spent the night throwing up, and decided that it would be beneficial to not run in the race. I already talked about the disappointment of that, so I’ll skip over it. I, again, got to the airport a little early – had a mini meltdown, because I honestly just wanted to get home – but probably more just delusional from lack of sleep and energy. I got some Gatorade and just chilled at the gate until it was time to get on the plane and fly home.
So, see? Not all terrible. At least the weather was amazing, and seeing old friends was amazing. Sure, not everything was perfect, but things rarely are, no?