I have a confession. Let me preface my confession by saying that I am not normally a judgy-wudgy kind of person.
However, for years, I have judged women who wear high heels to the airport. â€œWhat are they THINKING?!â€ I would internally rant. â€œHigh heels are so uncomfortable. Why inflict that kind of ankle pain on yourself?â€
Now I know. They may be wearing high heels because their heels donâ€™t fit in their bag! Duh. Shame on me. Judge not, lest thee be packing your suitcase to the very brim and have no room for your wedges.
Iâ€™m in the air again â€“ going back to Philadelphia again for my BFF Laurenâ€™s bachelorette. I am very excited because I havenâ€™t seen Lauren for nearly a year â€“ she moved to Singapore for work last September. You may remember Lauren from my Disney Marathon recap; she ran the race with me.
Getting to the airport was quite the adventure. We were running late â€“ per the usual for a 8 AM flight â€“ and then this happened:
I felt terrible for leaving Dog Vomit Apocalypse 2011 in the backseat, but I was really questioning whether Iâ€™d make it. The Husband waved me on.
I made through security with only minutes to spare and grabbed this smoothie on the way to my gate:
I like most Bare Naked drinks, but this one was a little chalky, thanks to the 32 grams of whey and soy protein. It was super filling though (I drank the two-serving bottle).
And a mini Larabar for something solid:
Seeya in Philly!