Pretty sure I've gained a bunch of weight. Not sure how much of it is actual fat vs. extreme bloating, but we'll see. Hopefully at the end of 40 days I'll be back on track.
Getting back from Puerto Vallarta was a complete nightmare of a mess of a disaster. It included:
- horrible storm that prevented our incoming plane from landing
- sketchy ground crew avoiding eye contact, giggling nonsense into the PA system, and at one point walking off with a lady's passport without explanation (she eventually screamed until a security officer game around and forced employee to go get her passport and hand it back to her)
- Alaska delaying, and delaying, and delaying the flight (even though they knew it wouldn't be going out), presumably to find everyone a hotel
- Getting the word the flight was (finally) cancelled, then having to walk across the airport, get on a huge crowded bus, go back through customs and immigration, pick up our checked bags (which were soaked through from sitting on the runway in the rain for four hours), then go wait in line at departures for more word
- Getting told we'd have a new flight the next day but no indication what time it would be
- Cab to hotel
- Marriott, which was even nicer than the Hard Rock where Panda and I had stayed the week prior!
- Getting word on Alaska app that flight would be at 12:30 the following day
- Left hotel to get to airport early (arrived around 9AM) only to find that the Alaska counter didn't open for check-ins until 10:30
- And the counters were not marked for any particular airline so no one knew where to wait
- Being sent to farthest gate at terminal
- Seeing that the sign at that gate was, after a few hours, mysteriously changed to represent a Southwest flight to Denver. No announcement, nothing. Panda checked the big monitors and told me a new gate was showing up for our flight, AT THE OTHER END OF THE AIRPORT, to board in ten minutes.
- Getting to the new gate, still no plane.
BUT, when the plane pulled in and the passengers (as miserable as we were since they'd been diverted overnight to Mazatlan) deplaned, and we got on, and the plane took off, I felt better and better by degrees.
It was such a horribly stressful trip home that it made it hard to focus on the nicer times we'd had during the week, which included:
- Seeing a massive iguana just hanging out on the steps by the pool
- Seeing pelicans, herons, and all sorts of fun birds flying around (I also saw a pelican dive straight down into the ocean after the fish, that was cool)
- A couple's massage which was really nice
- Shopping at the little pulgas on the beach
- A couple of really nice restaurants at the resort (overall the food was just so-so, some good things, some things that were meh or bad, but mostly ok, and there were one or two really REALLY good places)
- Finding a nice necklace for my mom and presents for some friends (and myself)
- Getting a second room (the first one was a total bust) and using the massive bubble bath like 3 times in a day
- Watching the Olympics opening ceremony with the Spanish announcers
- And watching futbol in Spanish - OMG SO FUNNY
- Swimming in the ocean for a few minutes on the last day (I wish I'd done more of that).
I'm sure I'll think of more things as I continue to calm down after the craziness of the trip back. We made it home, we saw my cats, I felt infinitely better. And this morning Romie (smaller of my 2 cats) came and snuggled up next to me and let me hug him while we both slept. That was really nice.
Whole40 begins tomorrow, and I definitely need to get reset on food (and get rid of this brain fog...good food will help!). I ran a few times during vacation but missed my 2 longer runs on Saturday and Sunday because of Travel Hell. Half marathon training continues tomorrow, hopefully in the morning!
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