Shaun Hoggan

It is Wednesday and I am flying home after an already long week. I was looking forward to getting home tonight and gripping the pavement with my newly purchased, white, Nike, running shoes. As usual, I get to the airport right on time. To my surprise there was no reference to my flight on the departures screen. A moderate level of distress crossed my mind as I verified that my phone which was fixed to pacific time zone had not secretly thwarted my attempts to get to the plane on time. I went to the counter and noticed the same Polynesian looking fellow that is here every day that I take off from Salt Lake. He indicated the flight would not take off till 10:40PM. Seeing that I had an hour and a half. I called Amber indicating my changed itinerary.

My window of opportunity was shrinking for my fourth chance to free my mind from the oppression of being locked to a PC all day. Knowing that I had no control over the flight schedule, I made an empowered decision. I got my bag, strapped on my backpack and set off to briskly walk every terminal of the Salt Lake City airport. I left terminal B walked down A then,C, then D, then E, and then back to B where my plane was in the process of boarding.

Day 4, 30 minutes, estimated length 2 miles briskly walking