I'm up early because I don't sleep that well in hotel rooms. I was relieved, actually, to have slept pretty well from 11:00 to 4:00. I am toying with the idea of spending some time in the fitness room here, especially after reading blog entries from Anne and Lori about how they are fitting fitness in and planning ahead. Yesterday, because of my own failure to plan ahead, I subsisted mostly on junk food: Junky make-your-own waffle from the hotel breakfast bar, chips and candy for lunch. I'm going to skip the waffles this morning, at least. Toast, maybe?
On the plane on the way here I found out the value of my new iPod as self-defense. I usually enjoy talking to people on planes, but we had a particularly cramped flight and I was feeling claustrophobic. I had someone reclining into my lap, and leaning out into the aisle to get some room only resulted in getting whacked by every passer-by. I had a really great book to read, Atonement, but my seatmate interrupted me every time I opened it. I know it's unfriendly, but I had a couple of days of being "on" for work ahead of me and really just wanted to relax. I was friendly but tried not to encourage conversation as I cursed myself for changing from a window seat at the back of the plane to this seat further forward. I wondered if changing seats had resulted in some sort of bad airplane Karma. I waited for a pause in the conversation (when my seatmate turned to talk to the man in the window seat). Then I put on my iPod headphones and listened to Jillian Michaels podcasts. People seem to respect headphones more than a book. At least in my head, then, I had a little bit of space.
I've learned my lesson: No more aisle seats. Maybe Row 38 has its benefits after all.