wo men qu pao bu ba (phonetically: "let's go for a jog")
The day started with an early morning alarm clock reminding me of an early morning dedication to a three mile run. Anticipating an extremely lengthy flight, I never hesitated in my approval of a 6:50am run time. We headed over to the track with incredible (based upon their physiques and speed around the track) athletes were already concluding their sprints for the day. Mike ran into a friend from Jamaica (a friend of Olympic sprinter, Usain Bolt, apparently) with whom he trains regularly.
The run was so satisfying. So many times on my runs in Seattle, I've said "hello" to fellow runners without ever a nod of acknowledgment. Everyone said hello including _________ (this very recognizable Black actor who's been in a lot of movies and is currently on a popular hit TV series) who was joined by his trainer.
We showered quickly and were on our way with parents in tow. The line to check our bags through United was ridiculous and once we got to the counter, none of the electronic kiosks worked. Attempting to flag down any of the aloof bag handlers for assistance was futile. They ignored every request for help or made demands that we (the customers) refer to them by their unknown names. Security was a breeze but the anxiety created by an hour and a half delayed flight to our connecting plane in San Francisco is a bit debilitating. We're about to land, let's see how fast these flip flopped clad feed will fly!
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