Avoiding Stench

Different people feel different things during that transition between places. Some get nervous, apprehensive, excited... many things. For me, it seems like usually a week before my departure I stress out. I try to arrange everything, plan every little detail. Days later, I'll realize I can't possibly control every minute detail of the trip. That makes me frustrated, sad, hopeless. Quickly after it builds, it begins to fade away. I'm apathetic at best. The only emotion I'll show is impatience.

This trip's been no different. My flight from Rochester to Atlanta was short. I'm not yet tired, almost ambitious. I went for the Pimsleur's Danish audio files. Having been painstakingly studious all summer, I'm already at the astounding lesson two. At the end of this lesson I am told that I've "just had my first conversation in Danish". I can't wait to use my generic expressions to temporarily fool the first poor Danish person I meet. I'm looking forward to that.

My flight arrived quite late. Now people who know me well will laugh at my ludicrous policy of not running while wearing clothes that aren't specifically catered to the exercise. I find it silly. If anyone does run dressed this way, I think they should at least have a terrified look on their face. In my opinion, only in an absolutely indisputably terrifying situation should someone run in normal clothes. An obvious exception to this rule is while playing with children or animals.

Respecting this policy, I walked briskly to my gate. No race walking either, my hips were calm, cool, and under control. I was the last passenger to board, but I'm pretty sure I didn't hold anyone up. Honestly, it's simple, if it really comes down to the difference between running and walking, hell, I figure I just don't deserve to make it. Not only does running increase risk of injury while carrying overpacked bags, but sweating during airline travel certainly isn't desired. Festering in a pair of my own swamped up man panties for nine and a half hours only to smell like a pickled gym bag by arrival time isn't something I'd voluntarily put upon myself. I mean come on, I'm suppose to be representing the US as well. And though I'm no leader in personal hygiene, I wouldn't mind sending a positive aromatic message from time to time.