While checking in at the airport recently, I was helpfully informed that the departure gate was “a fair old hike” from the airline lounge where I would be comfortably whiling away the time before boarding.
“You’ll need to allow a good 15 minutes or so to get there” I was advised.
“That’s good to know, thank you” I replied.
As I am a great one for eliminating as many sources of stress, anxiety and/or general bother as possible, I duly set out for the departure gate 20 minutes before boarding was due to commence. This was despite the fact that I was travelling business class, courtesy of a very generous client, so was free to board any old time I liked in that lovely special lane that very rarely ever has a queue!
At precisely two minutes into my ‘hike’, I saw an illuminated sign which pointed to Departure Gate 15 and stated ‘8 mins walk’.
Okay, I thought, so that’s a 10 minute walk all up. Let’s see if I can beat that time.
Given that I am pretty much all about comfort (read no sweat producing exercise) and abundance (delicious food and bubbly drinks in particular), planning to beat anything is somewhat of a novelty.
But off I went with the thought that the brisk walk would do me the world of good seeing I would be sitting on my butt for the next ten hours. I don’t imagine that in any universe 10 minutes walking could possibly offset 10 hours sitting but humour me, please!
Admittedly I was aided by three travelators, but it took me 3 whole minutes to get to the departure gate. Without a sweat. That means it was a 5 minute journey in total.
I was ever so proud of myself – a 15 minute hike? Not by this Ripenist!
But now, 4 hours (one movie, one meal, two glasses of bubbly, two bottles of water, one coffee, two bathroom visits and a walk around the entire main deck) into my flight, I find myself wondering what prompted the check in person to alert me to the ‘hike’ ahead of me, when it was not actually a hike at all.
I thought I had come to terms with the fact that my outward appearance no longer adequately represents my own internal sense of energy and the youth implicit in that.
But now I am struck with the possibility that another, or even others, may ‘see’ me as someone with limitations, who needs to allow plenty of time to get from point A to B.
What am I going to do about that?
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