I think I'd had my fill of
What saved the day, though, and maybe my trip was a Thai Boxing class. Two hours of kicking and punching things definitely made me feel better. Realizing how incredibly out of shape - both strength and endurance shape and fighting shape (sorry, Bob and Jan) - was a little depressing. I've really got to get on the ball when I get back home, especially since I'm not going to have a pesky "job" to distract me. After the class I hobbled back to my hotel to nurse my bruised and swelling ankle and quarter-sized patch of skin I ripped from my toe. I’m in such pain now… After packing, dinner, and some last minute shopping I limped my three backpacks for what seemed ten miles to catch the bus.
Thank God I could check those bags. I’ve never been so relieved to be unencumbered. Of course, with my luck, the gate was at the farthest end of the farthest terminal in the entire airport, so it’s a good thing I was a little early. By the time I dragged my club foot across the airport I only had about fifteen minutes before boarding.
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