September 22, 2013
Let me start today's blog by stating that of all days I have had to run, today I wanted to run less than I ever have before. You'll notice that my numbers seem to be missing some information. That is because my GPS, for the 2nd time...3rd time...who knows froze on me again and lost my times. I remembered seeing that I had just made it to 2.5 miles so I knew I ran 10 minute miles, but that is all I remember. I barely remember running.
Here are my numbers:
Time: 25:00
Here are my numbers:
Time: 25:00
Distance: 2.50 miles
Pace: 10:00/m
Max Pace: x:xx/m
Calories: xxx
Avg HR: xxx
Max HR: xxx
The little angels went to bed around 7pm, and we finished up all our packing. We packed up the cars (three of them...cars are small in Brazil) with only 5 bags and four car seats. Now it was time to wake up the babies and pack em in the car too. There was minimal crying except for Kaylee who wailed until the cars started moving.
We made it to the airport without any issue and loaded up some carts (three) with the bags and car seats. Me, Honey,. Honey's mom, my Mom, Renata (Fluffy's girlfriend) and Renata's father got everything into the airport and up to the counter. The babies were all away now and not too happy about it, but they were just being a little fussy. It took the guy at the check in counter almost an hour to get everything all settled. Moron. All our luggage passed weight inspection (barely) and we made our way to the gate.
I have to say, I was already tired. None of the babies wanted to walk, so we had to carry them and our carry on luggage. We got to the gate, hung out for a little bit, then we boarded and did the ole stand in your row until everyone got on and you could get yourself settled and perhaps swap up some seats. Our seats were all separate, so we had to beg and plead the other passengers to move for us. Thankfully, they did. Then we set out to thank them with a few hours of misery.
The first leg of the flight was 6 1/2 hours. It was 2:30am when the flight started and the babies were restless, tired and hungry. Nothing really appeased them and they all cried on and off for about the first couple of hours before they all finally fell asleep. Honey held Kaylee (she had to take her from my mom as she was having a hard time holding her) and I held Ayla and Joshua slept in the middle seat between us.
For the next four hours, I sat in the same position holding a squirming, sleeping baby. I didn't sleep, but at least it was quiet. I couldn't feel my ass anymore though. My arms took turns falling asleep, and my allergies and congestion had gone haywire. I have been abusing nasal spray for the past month (or two or three) or so. And wouldn't you know, my spray got squished in my bag and I had none left. So, I was completely unable to breathe through my nose and the sinus pressure was intense.
We made our way down and landed in Santo Domingo again. Remember, we had to do this on the way here and we had switch planes. Actually, I found out that we didn't actually SWITCH planes. No, we got off the plane, went down an escalator, down some halls and back up and sat in a terminal and got back on the SAME FUCKING PLANE! Apparently, we are not allowed to stay on the plane when the refuel. Gol Airlines airplanes are too small to fly the distance they are flying so they had to refuel. They suck! I can understand that, at least, but why did we have to go through the process of going through the metal detectors and taking our shoes off and all that crap. Why!
The babies were not happy to be woken up since it was early for them, but once they were awake, they were awake. They were also wet and dirty. We changed the babies and realized that we were out of diapers! Where did they go? We had more than enough when we started! Apparently, they fell out of the bag at some point and now we were hoping they just kept there pee and poop to themselves for the remainder of the flight. Yeah. That didn't happen.
We had enough time to get some water and soda in the terminal and we got back on the plane. We had to show our passports again to get on the plane and then we boarded and went through the seating process again.
Finally, we were on our way up again and we only had 2:20 left before we landed! And then, Ayla started. She started screaming. I can't begin to explain the power of this little baby's voice. I believe she could out decibel a jet engine. She tried her hardest for over a half an hour. She screamed, inconsolably, in Honey's lap (who already had a vomit inducing migraine) for 30 minutes before she fell asleep. She woke up every 5 minutes and screamed a little more, just for good measure.
When we finally landed, everyone was awake, and Ayla acted as if nothing had happened...as if everyone on the plane didn't hate her. Although no one said anything, I could tell. I could feel it! Screw you people, she is my little angel (devil).
Now, all we had to do was pick up our luggage and go through immigration. We went through immigration without too much trouble, picked up our luggage and started toward what we thought was the exit. No, it wasn't. We had to drop our luggage off on a belt and then go on the tram to get to the terminal where we had to pick up our luggage again. Now, we only had to pick up our rental car from Budget.
They call it Budget for a reason.
We landed at around 12, but we didn't leave the airport until 3:15 and we weren't home until 4:30. I still had not slept, of course. We got home and I lugged all of the luggage into the house, put the kids to bed for a nap which they apparently didn't want and put Honey to bed to sleep off the affects of her migraine. When the kids finally went to bed at 7:00, that is when I went for my run.
As you can imagine, I didn't want to run. But I did it. And then...only then, did I go to bed. Good night folks!
Run for Life!
The little angels went to bed around 7pm, and we finished up all our packing. We packed up the cars (three of them...cars are small in Brazil) with only 5 bags and four car seats. Now it was time to wake up the babies and pack em in the car too. There was minimal crying except for Kaylee who wailed until the cars started moving.
We made it to the airport without any issue and loaded up some carts (three) with the bags and car seats. Me, Honey,. Honey's mom, my Mom, Renata (Fluffy's girlfriend) and Renata's father got everything into the airport and up to the counter. The babies were all away now and not too happy about it, but they were just being a little fussy. It took the guy at the check in counter almost an hour to get everything all settled. Moron. All our luggage passed weight inspection (barely) and we made our way to the gate.
I have to say, I was already tired. None of the babies wanted to walk, so we had to carry them and our carry on luggage. We got to the gate, hung out for a little bit, then we boarded and did the ole stand in your row until everyone got on and you could get yourself settled and perhaps swap up some seats. Our seats were all separate, so we had to beg and plead the other passengers to move for us. Thankfully, they did. Then we set out to thank them with a few hours of misery.
The first leg of the flight was 6 1/2 hours. It was 2:30am when the flight started and the babies were restless, tired and hungry. Nothing really appeased them and they all cried on and off for about the first couple of hours before they all finally fell asleep. Honey held Kaylee (she had to take her from my mom as she was having a hard time holding her) and I held Ayla and Joshua slept in the middle seat between us.
For the next four hours, I sat in the same position holding a squirming, sleeping baby. I didn't sleep, but at least it was quiet. I couldn't feel my ass anymore though. My arms took turns falling asleep, and my allergies and congestion had gone haywire. I have been abusing nasal spray for the past month (or two or three) or so. And wouldn't you know, my spray got squished in my bag and I had none left. So, I was completely unable to breathe through my nose and the sinus pressure was intense.
We made our way down and landed in Santo Domingo again. Remember, we had to do this on the way here and we had switch planes. Actually, I found out that we didn't actually SWITCH planes. No, we got off the plane, went down an escalator, down some halls and back up and sat in a terminal and got back on the SAME FUCKING PLANE! Apparently, we are not allowed to stay on the plane when the refuel. Gol Airlines airplanes are too small to fly the distance they are flying so they had to refuel. They suck! I can understand that, at least, but why did we have to go through the process of going through the metal detectors and taking our shoes off and all that crap. Why!
The babies were not happy to be woken up since it was early for them, but once they were awake, they were awake. They were also wet and dirty. We changed the babies and realized that we were out of diapers! Where did they go? We had more than enough when we started! Apparently, they fell out of the bag at some point and now we were hoping they just kept there pee and poop to themselves for the remainder of the flight. Yeah. That didn't happen.
We had enough time to get some water and soda in the terminal and we got back on the plane. We had to show our passports again to get on the plane and then we boarded and went through the seating process again.
Finally, we were on our way up again and we only had 2:20 left before we landed! And then, Ayla started. She started screaming. I can't begin to explain the power of this little baby's voice. I believe she could out decibel a jet engine. She tried her hardest for over a half an hour. She screamed, inconsolably, in Honey's lap (who already had a vomit inducing migraine) for 30 minutes before she fell asleep. She woke up every 5 minutes and screamed a little more, just for good measure.
When we finally landed, everyone was awake, and Ayla acted as if nothing had happened...as if everyone on the plane didn't hate her. Although no one said anything, I could tell. I could feel it! Screw you people, she is my little angel (devil).
Now, all we had to do was pick up our luggage and go through immigration. We went through immigration without too much trouble, picked up our luggage and started toward what we thought was the exit. No, it wasn't. We had to drop our luggage off on a belt and then go on the tram to get to the terminal where we had to pick up our luggage again. Now, we only had to pick up our rental car from Budget.
They call it Budget for a reason.
We landed at around 12, but we didn't leave the airport until 3:15 and we weren't home until 4:30. I still had not slept, of course. We got home and I lugged all of the luggage into the house, put the kids to bed for a nap which they apparently didn't want and put Honey to bed to sleep off the affects of her migraine. When the kids finally went to bed at 7:00, that is when I went for my run.
As you can imagine, I didn't want to run. But I did it. And then...only then, did I go to bed. Good night folks!
Run for Life!
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