I landed at Toledo's tiny airport last night at around 8:30. I thought I was going to miss my flight from Detroit -- it wasn't that tight of a connection, but my plane from Boston was late and I had to get from the end of the A gates to the end of the C gates (I thought). Got halfway through C, and realized I was actually at C1. So I arrived at the C gate 15 minutes before my flight, panting, and saw the door shut. It turned out, though, that they hadn't even started boarding our plane, despite all the announcements that if you weren't on the plane 20 minutes before its scheduled takeoff, you would be cancelled. I felt kind of stupid. If I had missed the flight, I would have just had to wait for my husband to drive an hour north to pick me up, so I probably shouldn't have freaked out. I just wanted to be home.
I picked up a cold so I'm going to skip the workouts for today, and see if I feel better tomorrow.