As I sit here - in McCarran Airport - waiting for my extremely delayed flight to arrive, I find myself thinking about many things simultaneously.
I'm wondering about the very young-looking stewardess walking hand-in-hand with an older-looking pilot, who just walked by. Is that considered professional? I thought only younger couples walked around like that. Did they actually meet on an airplane or are their beginnings less obvious than that?
I find myself constantly bothered by poor grammar and the guesswork that is "modern punctuation". For instance, consider the third sentence in the previous paragraph. People today often put a question mark after such a sentence: "I thought that was illegal?". It's not a question. "I thought" is the beginning of a statement.
My previous post was about my being out of shape. Until I'm in shape, that will likely be a recurring theme. There once was a time when getting in shape was a trivial endeavor. But now that I find myself sit4ting around for 8 hours per day, I feel like I'm face-to-face with an insurmountable task. I've tried some things that are otherwise new to me:
• Biking every day
• Running during the day
• Biking and "lifting weights" at the start of the day
None of those things is working (yep - that's proper grammar). I can feel myself getting more and more out of shape. I think the real key to this is to stop experimenting and just get back to what I know works for me. I've been hesitant to do so because that might involve some non-ideal timings during my day. One awful, unholy approach is to work out after work. If you can find motivation to go to the gym after eight, soul-crushing hours in a chair, more power to you. I really struggle with that. Don't get me wrong: I love my job and the work I do is frequently rewarding. Still - reaching the end of my work day and looking ahead to another 90+ minutes of non-relaxing is exceedingly difficult.
About 15 minutes have lapsed since I wrote about the stewardess and the pilot. I looked up from my laptop to see them making out, about three meters away from me. I'm currently sitting in an unusual place in my terminal, so I can see into the dark corner they chose to utilize for their private moment. I'm not really a stickler for rules and regulation but something about that made me a little uncomfortable.
Another random thought I've explored is the skeet shooting league I joined, this Summer. I'm on a team called "Thunderstick Masters". I'm not very good at shooting skeet yet, but I'm definitely improving. We shoot every Tuesday evening until the middle of August (I think). My first week, I went 6/50. Last week, I improved to 17/50. Obviously my improvement can't be linear, but I predict (and really really really really hope) that I'll level off somewhere in the high thirties or low forties. Truth be told, the only reason I thought about the shooting league is because of the mild pain on the right side of my face. Last week, I let the butt of the gun punch me a couple times, mistakenly. That's a hard lesson learned, and I assure you that such a mistake is one I won't make again.
I'm in the airport because I took a trip this weekend. Duh. I'm not exactly big on travel but I don't dislike it either. Every time I've traveled, it's been with some kind of grand purpose. It wasn't until this weekend that I really thought about why I traveled that way: money. Traveling can be expensive. Even when I stay with my friends, it's still not all that cheap. But now that I have a steady, Software Developer's income, I'm able to do slightly more extravagant things like "take a weekend trip". (This is where the title of this post comes from, by the way)
It's been about a day since I started to write this post. I don't seem to be in the same mindset as I was, last night. Despite the long delay with my flight, I found myself not as tired as I was expecting to be. That has been a welcome surprise.