If you are ever having a bad day, think about this experience and I'm sure you'll start to feel better.

It was April 4th, 2016. I was heading home from my beyond amazing weekend in Nashville. I was supposed to be back at work by 9 A.M. that morning. I didn't get home until 6 P.M. Here is a bullet-point summary of how the day went:

  • 5:30 a.m. - I get bumped to the next flight because apparently I had one of those "standby" tickets. (Won't make that mistake again...I'm admittedly not the best at booking flights)
  • 9:50 a.m. - Finally board the next flight to Boston
  • 9:52 a.m. - Get stuck in a middle seat (why do I always get stuck in the middle seat!?)
  • 12:45 p.m. - Captain announces that we'll be making an emergency landing in Islip, New York (10 minutes from my parents' house - could I please just get off the plane and go home?)
  • 12:50 p.m. - Captain clarifies that we will be landing at MacArthur Airport in Islip, New York...not Iceland
  • 1:50 p.m. - Land in Islip, New York and take Snapchat using the Long Island geofilter (because I'm about as basic as it gets)
  • 2:45 p.m. - Depart MacArthur Airport for Boston
  • 4:15 p.m. - Finally land in Boston
  • 4:45 p.m. - Board the T (Boston's subway system) to go back to my apartment
  • 5:30 p.m. - T gets stuck one stop away from my apartment
  • 5:45 p.m. - Decide to walk home...in the snow...in capris, converse and a denim jacket
  • 5:55 p.m. - Safe at home!
  • 5:57 p.m. - Just kidding, the elevator gets stuck on the 3rd floor -_-
  • 6:05 p.m. - Pass out on my bed, grateful for my life

Now for the deep, insightful part of this post...

We won't always be fortunate enough to have smooth travel. Life won't always go as planned and there may be more hills than flat roads along the way. But it's walking up those hills that make our butts firmer and thighs more toned, so at the end of the day who is the real winner?