My family is pretty hardcore.
There’s no lounging by the pool or catching a show on a C-family vacay. There is no sleeping in, no whining, and no mercy. There are mountains to climb and rocks to scale and lakes to skip stones in. There is fun to be had!
Unfortunately, the only preparation I did for this epic of adventures was to sprint through the Atlanta airport and try to make my connection flight in under 6 minutes (which, if I do say so myself is QUITE impressive.)
My flight from Greenville taxied at 7:14 and my flight to Denver was leaving at 7:20.
I have never felt so alive.
Upon dramatically traversing the entirety of the A-terminal (gate 2 to gate 28), I felt like I won the gold medal in Badass-Sprinting Through The World’s Busiest Airport Whilst Navigating A Hellacious Mine-Field of Rolly Suitcases and Lost Tourists. I couldn’t be stopped, I was the best. Why yes, I would like some biscoff cookies. And a water. Maybe 2 waters. Actually make that 3, and can I get a sweat towel?
Needless to say, the mountains, the lakes, the adventuring with the family… all breathtaking. Both in beauty and in lack of fitness.