So, imagine my inner turmoil when my wife came to me a few months ago and told me that her boss had given us his condo in Maui in May, and that she and the kids were going, with or without me. I wanted to go, but being trapped in an airplane is my worst fear. Well, actually being trapped in an airplane over water for five hours would be my worst fear. I reluctantly agreed. With one condition. We had to make a practice flight.
So, back in February, we spent a thousand bucks to fly to Vegas for one night, to prove to myself that I could do it. I had some jitters, some heart palpitations, some "I don't want to do this" moments- but we did it. We flew about an hour to Vegas, had a wonderful evening, and returned home the next day.
Fast forward to last Tuesday, when they called our row to board the aforementioned five-hour flight over water. I almost didn't go. Even as we were taking our seats, I was telling my wife they might have to go without me. I so wanted to just get up, fight my way back to the exit door, and get off the flight. But I didn't. I stuck it out, distracted myself. Took my mind off of the fact that I was trapped. Once we were in the air, I was fine. Bored? Yes. Uncomfortable? Yes. But ok. Not going to freak out. Actually enjoying the movies, smiling, laughing. Weird.
I was rewarded with the most unbelievable week. I only managed to run a couple of times, because it was so damn hot and humid that if you didn't go at 6am, you didn't want to go. But it was amazing..
|Ape and Me on our first day, 5 miles and change.|
|Forgive the shadow.. Day two, out for 6.5 miles.|
|Sunset from our lanai|
|Don't kick your suitcase the morning you leave|
|Some poolside reading...|
|The obligatory luau was so awesome!|
|April and Charlie even got in a Mom\Daughter 5k!|