There's no RFM mileage plan if that's what you're wondering.
No, I mean like I've been trained to endure the hardships of traveling. Like if you're traveling with a young child and carrying all the luggage. Or you have to run to try and make a connecting flight. Or both in my case.
First off the gate on Maui was the last gate farthest away. I carried both duffel bags and my son's overpacked backpack (he's 5-years-old) for what was a 1600 meter sprint as we tried to make the gate.
Then in Portland we had to catch a connecting flight and it was the same drill, except it was across the airport to catch the connecting flight to Seattle. About a football field away.
Then when we got off the plane in Seattle we had to go up a bunch of stairs. And I'm telling you, without RFM training I would have collapsed.
But you know, all that pain does a body good. As I treked through the airport carrying all that stuff I was thinking things like:
"Wow, those suitcase carry workouts are coming in pretty handy right now."
and
"This is kinda like doing deadlifts and running 400 meters except I don't have any chalk."
and of course
"This is much easier than thrusters. I effin hate thrusters."
So rejoice my RFM bretheren and sisteren, one day you will be put to the test and your RFM training will all make sense. Hell, I even picked up my son and ran carrying him and all our stuff at one point.
Didn't even hurt. Hell I was looking around for more stuff to carry. "I wonder if I can carry that woman's kids too? Hmmm . . ."
(Not wanting to trigger and amber alert I decided not to do that by the way.)
By the way, I'm still stuck in Seattle. Long story but I wasn't able to get on the earlier flight from Seattle to Vegas and had to stick with my 4:30 pm departure time. Ah well.
Adios kids,
Rod
No, I mean like I've been trained to endure the hardships of traveling. Like if you're traveling with a young child and carrying all the luggage. Or you have to run to try and make a connecting flight. Or both in my case.
First off the gate on Maui was the last gate farthest away. I carried both duffel bags and my son's overpacked backpack (he's 5-years-old) for what was a 1600 meter sprint as we tried to make the gate.
Then in Portland we had to catch a connecting flight and it was the same drill, except it was across the airport to catch the connecting flight to Seattle. About a football field away.
Then when we got off the plane in Seattle we had to go up a bunch of stairs. And I'm telling you, without RFM training I would have collapsed.
But you know, all that pain does a body good. As I treked through the airport carrying all that stuff I was thinking things like:
"Wow, those suitcase carry workouts are coming in pretty handy right now."
and
"This is kinda like doing deadlifts and running 400 meters except I don't have any chalk."
and of course
"This is much easier than thrusters. I effin hate thrusters."
So rejoice my RFM bretheren and sisteren, one day you will be put to the test and your RFM training will all make sense. Hell, I even picked up my son and ran carrying him and all our stuff at one point.
Didn't even hurt. Hell I was looking around for more stuff to carry. "I wonder if I can carry that woman's kids too? Hmmm . . ."
(Not wanting to trigger and amber alert I decided not to do that by the way.)
By the way, I'm still stuck in Seattle. Long story but I wasn't able to get on the earlier flight from Seattle to Vegas and had to stick with my 4:30 pm departure time. Ah well.
Adios kids,
Rod
