This mess haunted me all night (the few hours of it, I got to sleep that is.)
Thanks to a combination of torrential downpours, strong winds, and a visit from President Obama, my flight home Thursday left almost four hours late. So, I didn't get home until about 2 am. I can't go to bed without unpacking my suitcase (probably a good thing since my running clothes from the week have been festering in there for too long already). So as I unpacked I threw the things I'll need for Antarctica on the bag I had started packing last weekend.
When I got this bag 3 weeks ago, I thought it was un-necessarily large. But it was the most durable option, so I got it anyway. Now, it isn't seeming so large. In fact, it's pretty much stuffed. I am normally a pretty good packer (I certainly get enough practice, since I do it every week), but this trip is a challenge. I'm packing for 3 distinct climates, more than 2 weeks, need all my marathon gear plus heavy-duty warm clothing, and we won't have a chance to do laundry!! I keep trying to think of the things I can take out of the bag, but I'm not having any luck. I just keep thinking of other things I should add.
The biggest limitation is that we are limited to 1 bag of 30lbs on the flight from Buenos Aires to Ushuaia because the planes are so small. We've already been warned that the over-weight fees are very high (they like to take advantage of Americans, who like most things, travel heavy). At this point, I'm thinking I have to pull a Joey and wear 10 layers on that flight to make my bag lighter.
One that will not be taken out is this cute little iceberg that Kristen knit me for good luck.
Hi! I'm Kiersten, a thirty-something from Maine who accomplished my major life goal of running a marathon on all seven continents. Now I'm in the next phase of my life- being a Mom to a little boy and a dog name Sushi, a wife, and a pediatric nurse. Join me as I run, bike, swim, eat, and laugh my way through life.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
35
I turned 35 in June. It's an age that felt both momentous and ominous to me. I'm not just an adult, I'm an ADULT. I've never...
-
Things were looking grim this morning: the wind was still blowing over 50 mph and it was still sleeting so the morning excursion was delayed...
-
The Peak's Island 5 miler is one of my favorite summer races. Unfortunately I've been unable to run it the past couple years because...
-
I usually write my race recaps as soon as possible after the race before I forget too many of the details. However with this one, I just ke...
No comments:
Post a Comment