Monday, February 06, 2006
I am not crazy
For the past few years, every time I've left my car at the airport to go on a trip, I've parked it in the same place--Level 3, Zone G. It's not too far from the entrance, and I'm almost always able to find a spot, which cuts down on a lot of fruitless parking-spot-searching time (a luxury I don't usually have, since I routinely arrive at the airport in barely enough time to catch my flight).
Yesterday, I was doing my usual walk back to Zone G, when suddenly I noticed that the walls that should have been color-coded purple were now blue. I looked at the nearest sign, which revealed that I was in Zone F. I whirled around to double-check that I had indeed just passed through Zone A and found it just where it had always been. And yet Zone G was conspicuously missing. Had it fallen into a vortex? Was I losing my mind? The latter possibility was seeming increasingly likely when I happened to see a small purple overhead sign, the only remnant of Zone G to survive the vortex. Which is when it dawned on me that there was no vortex at all, but rather the airport had decided to overhaul their entire zoning and color-coding parking garage system in the four days I was gone. Thank God I always park in the same place, because it doesn't do a whole lot of good to memorize your parking coordinates if the airport is going to switch them around on you before you get back. Good one, airport.
Wait, maybe I am
So remember that 5K that I've been training for for months (against my better judgment) and finally signed up for last week? Yeah, I just checked the weather forecast, and apparently it's supposed to be cold and rainy on the day of the race. You'd think I might have factored in potential coldness and raininess when signing up for a race in February, but I of course did not. It occurs to me now that March or April probably would have been better racing months, but it's too late. I am running this race on Saturday, no matter how much water I have to slog through to do so, because the knowledge that my brief time as a runner is almost over is just about the only thing getting me through this week. And hey, maybe the nasty weather will be a good thing, in that I'll be spurred on by the the desire to get out of it as fast as I possibly can.
Then again, maybe I'm just crazy.
For the past few years, every time I've left my car at the airport to go on a trip, I've parked it in the same place--Level 3, Zone G. It's not too far from the entrance, and I'm almost always able to find a spot, which cuts down on a lot of fruitless parking-spot-searching time (a luxury I don't usually have, since I routinely arrive at the airport in barely enough time to catch my flight).
Yesterday, I was doing my usual walk back to Zone G, when suddenly I noticed that the walls that should have been color-coded purple were now blue. I looked at the nearest sign, which revealed that I was in Zone F. I whirled around to double-check that I had indeed just passed through Zone A and found it just where it had always been. And yet Zone G was conspicuously missing. Had it fallen into a vortex? Was I losing my mind? The latter possibility was seeming increasingly likely when I happened to see a small purple overhead sign, the only remnant of Zone G to survive the vortex. Which is when it dawned on me that there was no vortex at all, but rather the airport had decided to overhaul their entire zoning and color-coding parking garage system in the four days I was gone. Thank God I always park in the same place, because it doesn't do a whole lot of good to memorize your parking coordinates if the airport is going to switch them around on you before you get back. Good one, airport.
Wait, maybe I am
So remember that 5K that I've been training for for months (against my better judgment) and finally signed up for last week? Yeah, I just checked the weather forecast, and apparently it's supposed to be cold and rainy on the day of the race. You'd think I might have factored in potential coldness and raininess when signing up for a race in February, but I of course did not. It occurs to me now that March or April probably would have been better racing months, but it's too late. I am running this race on Saturday, no matter how much water I have to slog through to do so, because the knowledge that my brief time as a runner is almost over is just about the only thing getting me through this week. And hey, maybe the nasty weather will be a good thing, in that I'll be spurred on by the the desire to get out of it as fast as I possibly can.
Then again, maybe I'm just crazy.
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