Plan B

After resolving the situation with the ominous lost Tuesday (June 12), I still needed to go for a run as soon as we arrived in Cairns, Australia. Enter flight delay. Our flight from Los Angeles didn't take off on time as we waited for travelers with connections from other cities. Thus, when we arrived in Sydney we didn't make it through immigration and the international terminal in time to catch the next plane. Times like these are precisely why I like rough plans and not finely tuned ones.

According to our new schedule, once we arrived at our destination we were to be escorted to a cultural show and dinner. Time was fleeting. I had been sitting in airports and on planes for twenty hours. I was at my limit for accepting things beyond my means of control. I knew more existed. Much could happen with weather (it had started to rain) and a world of other things to cause a delay of our next flight. I decided to seize the moment.  I dug out a pair of socks and running shorts from my bag, tucked my passport and boarding pass into a plastic bag and went for a for a rainy run from the Sydney airport. 

 Plan B-Run.

Tom