Last week I traveled to New York for the 2015 TCS NYC Marathon. I don't think I'd been in Manhattan since my days with NBCO. It was good to be back, but seeing as it was a work trip there was not much free time to be had.
I got in Thursday early afternoon, checked into my hotel and headed straight to the media center to pick up my credentials and check in with SPS, who was running things there and will be running things in my media center in January. We caught up for a few minutes and then I had to head back to my hotel to get some work done. The 50 blocks I walked in those few hours were going to have to count for the days run bc there was no way I was going on one.
Friday I spent the day working in the media center, helping with the elite athlete interviews and whatever else they needed. I got back to my hotel just in time to dump my computer off and head to a work dinner. Saturday was full of meetings. And Sunday was race day. I was up and at the media center by 6:30am. Worked straight through until about 2pm, walked back to the hotel, did a bit more work and then headed to the airport.
After being on my feet and sweating all morning, I was looking forward to just relaxing at the airport with two hours to go before my flight. But Newark must have thought it was cold or something because the heat was on full blast. I have never been so happy to board a plane before bc I knew air conditioning was coming. Had I know what was in store for me, I gladly would have stayed in the furnace.
Have you ever been the person on the plane who the flight attendants feel so bad for that they give you free booze? No? That was me on Sunday. In the row of three behind me there were two adults, one toddler and one infant. I don't know what was wrong with the baby, but he cried almost the entire four hour flight home. And his sibling? Yup, kicking my chair off and on the whole way too. Good times, so much for that nap.
I finally got home and by the time I got into bed it was almost 1:30am. I was looking forward to sleeping in a bit and going into work between 10-11am. But my apartment complex had other plans. Maintenance knocked on the door at 8:30am, they were finally replacing the floors in my kitchen and bathroom. And they went straight to work. Which means I had no access to a sink or shower. I quickly got dressed, threw my hair in a pony tail and grabbed my tooth brush on the way out the door.
It was a long few days, but I had a great time. And once I finally got a shower, I was much happier :)
I got in Thursday early afternoon, checked into my hotel and headed straight to the media center to pick up my credentials and check in with SPS, who was running things there and will be running things in my media center in January. We caught up for a few minutes and then I had to head back to my hotel to get some work done. The 50 blocks I walked in those few hours were going to have to count for the days run bc there was no way I was going on one.
Friday I spent the day working in the media center, helping with the elite athlete interviews and whatever else they needed. I got back to my hotel just in time to dump my computer off and head to a work dinner. Saturday was full of meetings. And Sunday was race day. I was up and at the media center by 6:30am. Worked straight through until about 2pm, walked back to the hotel, did a bit more work and then headed to the airport.
After being on my feet and sweating all morning, I was looking forward to just relaxing at the airport with two hours to go before my flight. But Newark must have thought it was cold or something because the heat was on full blast. I have never been so happy to board a plane before bc I knew air conditioning was coming. Had I know what was in store for me, I gladly would have stayed in the furnace.
Have you ever been the person on the plane who the flight attendants feel so bad for that they give you free booze? No? That was me on Sunday. In the row of three behind me there were two adults, one toddler and one infant. I don't know what was wrong with the baby, but he cried almost the entire four hour flight home. And his sibling? Yup, kicking my chair off and on the whole way too. Good times, so much for that nap.
I finally got home and by the time I got into bed it was almost 1:30am. I was looking forward to sleeping in a bit and going into work between 10-11am. But my apartment complex had other plans. Maintenance knocked on the door at 8:30am, they were finally replacing the floors in my kitchen and bathroom. And they went straight to work. Which means I had no access to a sink or shower. I quickly got dressed, threw my hair in a pony tail and grabbed my tooth brush on the way out the door.
It was a long few days, but I had a great time. And once I finally got a shower, I was much happier :)
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