MAD minute: the Airport Edition

I knew that if I made my flight this morning it will not be because of luck, or speeding, or the remote proficiencies of the ticket and gate agents at the airport.  I knew that if I made my flight, it will be only because my body is fully  conditioned to break into a forced 1 minute on, 1 minute off, very aggressive sprint (x 4) through the parking garage and terminals of this airport, all while carrying some damn heavy loads.  Suitcase deadlift? Check.  Suicide (or what I would call a long-distance sprint): double check. Both at the same time? Oh yeah, that challenge was accepted.

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Had I known that this morning was going to be such a fools game (of spreading awesome) I would have just gotten up two hours earlier and killed time with a long coffee date with myself in terminal A.  Instead of that, I started my day from a place of complete calm; all my bags were packed and sitting at the door, I had already planned my outfit out, the dogs cooperated with the feeding/medicating timeline I had proposed with slight apprehension.  I had even made time yesterday morning to clean my closet and office into the well organized meccas they had been intended to be.  In short, I was going to not only crush this work trip, but I was also going to crush my anxiety about it by creating complete control in my environment.  Cue the universe’s intervention.
I’m all about the slow build, but apparently that wasn’t an option.  My 90 minute drive to Richmond turned into a 2+ hour ride, chock full of accidents and lane leaders that believe the speed limits themselves are too high (forget pushing it to +5).  When I finally got there I escorted myself to the daily parking garage, only to learn that the 12 remaining parking spaces were also playing a game: hide and seek.  When I finally got into the airport (after sprints #1 and #2), it became especially clear to me that this challenge was not only physical, but also a mental one, questioning compassion and rationale.  I had 5 minutes to get my ticket, make it through security, and get to my gate before the plane would be finished boarding, and the only ticket agent was helping an elderly woman re-book her flight and understand her new travel…and possibly life.  Honestly, universe, an elderly woman? Of course you did.  You can’t get mad at that.
So, I stood in line, as patiently as I can while simultaneously tapping all of my things and twitching. I eventually got my ticket and well wishes from the ticketing staff as sprint #3 commenced to the security gate.  Shoes off, laptop out, take of literally everything that could possibly suggest weapon of drug concealment  and cause a trip back to the end of the line.  Now, I will say that I appreciate the free pass on the personal body search today, but seeing as though I was just about as naked as you can be (thanks to my lululemon uniform of the day) that search would have been extreme to go beyond the 3 second full body scan.
Eventually I made it to the gate as zone 2 was finished boarding. I slowed my pace to cruise right into seat 16A with muffled, yet still heavy, breathing, a fresh coat of morning sweat covering my forehead and little droplets running down my back.  I know that description made you all want to travel with me, and definitely made you want to be squished into a tiny plane with me and limited air supply.   Truly, how could you resist?
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As luck would have it, we got a little delayed on the runway, and I got to repeat the whole exercise again when I changed planes in Charlotte, just barely making it to the final, and nearly excruciating 5+ hour flight to San Francisco, crammed 3 in against a window.  But, I made it.
I made it and I’m now safely where I should be, getting work organized, and waiting for work to officially release so I can have company for dinner, and the first actually good and restful meal of the day.
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The Middle Week + Work Travel

This past week, end to end, felt like a 9 or 10 day week.  As I sit now at the end of day 6 of the week, and day 17 of The Whole Damn Thing, I am just so happy to be this far along in the hard push that I knew January was going to be — and even happier that I am still rolling right along.

I was due in to Charlotte from Wednesday – Friday for work, and after a packed Monday and Tuesday trying to get everything ready, Tuesday night Yoga was more than in order.

fuel sweat grow: charlottesville opal yoga

A big group of us MAD ones got caught up in a non-stop Facebook thread that landed us in Opal Yoga at 5:30, prepped and ready for a near 90 minutes of Yin Yoga and myofascial release that was led by Mia in her Rasa Yoga Lab class.  And I needed it more than I even know.

fuel sweat grow: opal yoga charlottesville

Still sore from a killer workout on Sunday, my hamstrings needed some serious love to help recover and release.  While the early moments of the class my ability to make it through seemed a little questionable (my hamstrings were not remotely forgiving), ten minutes in I had generated some good heat, and slowly but surely things began to move a little easier, feel a little better, and ultimately felt amazing.

I needed it.  Not just my sore and stress bearing body, but my mind.  I needed the time away from everything else; the time in my own body, my own breath, and my own mind.  Even if just for a moment

Still in the zen-ish wake of savasana, I got to work in the kitchen cleaning out the rest of the fridge contents with a serious focus on getting meals organized for my trip.

fuel sweat grow: ground beef and roasted sweet potatoes

It was ground beef with zucchini, yellow squash, and bell peppers made the bulk of the meals, and roasted sweet potatoes with rosemary sea salt on the side.  The whole meal was plated with some leftover cole slaw (green cabbage, red cabbage, carrot, green onion, kale and a light olive oil and sea salt dressing.

fuel sweat grow: The Whole Damn Thing Dinner

While I loved this meal round I, the best part about all of these items and their flavor is that they are even better as leftovers.  Seriously.  When you travel as much as I do, and you’re constantly bringing food in tow, it’s important to plan meals that are good two to three days after the fact.

This particular meal got me through my trip to Charlotte (in several different installments), which was so critical since lunch is the absolute hardest time of day for me when I’m in the office.

By the time I got home, around 8pm on Friday night, I was beyond ready to be back to my Charlottesville routine — which I’ve got three (now two) days to enjoy before heading out to San Francisco for another work trip (though, I’m not fighting against mid 60’s temps, and my favorite city to visit).

Today kicked off with my two favorite Saturday things: MADabolic Cville and an almond milk latte from Milli Joe, and for that I am thankful.