10K Airport Run
I recently told someone I was too out of shape to do a 10K run. I might have overstated the case.
Today a friend of mine arrived from England via a bus from Toronto, and I was supposed to pick him up at the Robert Q stop at Detroit Metro Airport. Little did I know there were three stops, one at each terminal. He didn't have a cell phone, nor did I. Cue nearly three hours of running around between three terminals to find him. My legs are sore, because as I was worried about it I literally ran around the terminals. In the end, despite pages from rather useless information booths and an actually strategy for finding each other, we ran into each other almost totally by chance.
Oh well. Tomorrow I'm up to much of nothing, and then Saturday I'll be taking him to a conference in Madison, Wisconsin. We'll be crossing Lake Michigan on a rather antiquated ferry, which should be pleasant. Ironically, it's cheaper for me to park my car on one side and rent a car back and forth from Manitowoc to Madison than it is for me to ferry the car over.
One more reason to be glad I chose my career rather than someone else's: my friend is a biologist, and is going to Madison to attend a conference on herpes virus.