My Life on the Road

It’s been a crazy time – I’m writing this post while sitting in the tenth airport I’ve been in in the past three weeks.

It all started with my amazing whirlwind trip to all lands Disney for the Tinkerbell Half Marathon and the Disney Marathon Weekend. That vacation was quickly followed up with two work-related trips. I haven’t been home on a Monday in a while. It’s a crazy time and it’s been wreaking havoc on my usual diet and exercise routine.

First off, work trips usually involve lots of snacks, mostly of the unhealthy variety.

Treats

Airport travel practically requires my favorite Starbucks refresher…and maybe the occasional treat.

Strabucks

I’ve also been spending much more time in airports than anticipated thanks to winter weather.

Cancelations

Eating healthy on the road is a challenge. I’m adding extra lettuce and pickles to my burgers and substituting veggies for every side I get in a restaurant (though Southerners have a strange definition of what constitutes a vegetable…but the macaroni and cheese *was* good). As I sit here in the airport, surrounded by pretzels, candy, and bad Chinese food, I keep thinking about apples. I would love a nice, crisp apple. It will be the first thing I eat when I get home.

All this travel also means I’ve had to get creative with my workouts. In addition to squeezing in a run whenever I can, I’ve developed some new airport fitness tricks. Yes, I’m that crazy lady doing squats at the gate. Hi. My name is Rachel and I do body weight exercises in the airport lounge.

My favorite airport workout is my terminal power hike. While waiting for a flight, pace back and forth through the terminal at top speed. Each round, switch suitcase carrying arms to ensure an even shoulder workout. I can usually get several rounds in before the TSA gets suspicious and I have to change the routine. Just last week I walked for over and hour back and forth through a construction area at the Dallas airport. It isn’t pretty or high-intensity, but it’s something. I’ve also experimented with some airport intervals – run to flight, walk around slow people, stop at gate to learn gate changed, run to next gate, repeat.

I love to travel, but I think I’m ready for a few nights in my own bed and a few runs through my usual neighborhood. Just one more trip to go until that dream becomes a reality. Until then, it’s time to fly.

Fly