Sea Legs vs Air Legs


Back in my working girl New York City days I used to fly all the time. At least once a quarter (look at me all business speak) I’d be jetting off to some metropolis or another. (Hey there, San Fran! Bon jour, Paris!) Flying was my main mode of transportation and I was good at it. It was my normal. I’d usually pack the hour before I left, always carried on, and I would always see if I could leave just enough time to make it through security at JFK, fill up my water bottle and walk right to my seat. All this air travel, however, came to a screeching halt the minute we left New York and I hadn’t stepped foot into an airport in over a year!

The last year has been more of a focus on training my sea legs – something that were not very good to start. I’d get terribly sea sick and seriously question whether or not I was cut out for this sailing adventure. While I can say that I haven’t gotten sea sick in months (go me!), it seems that along with gaining my sea legs I’ve lost my air legs.

To start, I got to the airport over an hour before my flight! Unheard of for me. Second, I wanted to manually pump the airplane toilet and questioned if their plumbing could handle the toilet paper before I threw it in. Third, I was mildly nauseous the whole flight. I’m not sure if it was because we were flying through rough weather or I really have just adjusted to life on the water, but it was not easy going for the three hour flight.

So what am I doing leaving sea life for a life in the air? I am escaping hot, sticky and sweaty Florida for a few days to spend some time in Colorado. One of my nearest and dearest friends is getting married to the love of her life and I am so excited I get to be a part of the celebrations. Since I’m not bound by the restraints of limited days off work any longer, I decided to extend the stay a few days and catch up with some family and friends as well. I really miss my handsome man and pups, but I am really looking forward to a few days of laughing with old familiar faces, hiking and taking a ton of photos.

Last night at Forrest Room 5 in Denver with two of my favorite New Yorkers turned Denver residents! One of the coolest bars I’ve been to in a long time. It had a mountain man meets hipster Brooklyn-esque vibe. Oh, and sick cocktails.

Warning: A non-numeric value encountered in /home/customer/www/ on line 353