Although it looks as if I will actually string together three workouts this week, when I travel like this, I am always looking for opportunities to add a little exertion in airports. I take stairs where I can find them, eschew trams if possible and, when confronted with a moving walkway, I not only don’t use it, I — this is a little embarrassing — covertly race the people who are walking on it.
And I usually win. Even today, going uphill in the Charlotte airport.
The thing is, although I try to disguise myself as a person in a terrible, terrible hurry — frowning, looking worried — I have noticed that some people on the walkway speed up. (It’s probably disconcerting, being passed by this frowning woman who is clearly no spring chicken.)
So if I write a book on airport fitness, that’s tip #1: Moving walkway races. Any other suggestions?
Park on the side of the lot the greatest distance from the tram, bus, shuttle, monorail, whatever.
It usually ends on the return as the Donald Fagen song, ie; “Walk Between the Raindrops.”
Stairs vs. Elevators are fun.
Stay the hell away from Cinnabon.
Exercise by carrying a very large toothbrush and ‘cleaning’ the T-Rex’s teeth while going up and down the escalators at the Pittsburgh airport.
You’re right, Dusty! Cinnabon sends out wispy aroma tendrils that drag you in if you get too close.
Really? I always find Cinnabon’s aromas a little too much, like “see how much sugar and fat we can pack into this smell? You cannot resist!” Except I can. And the portions are out of control.
Then again, I had a second piece of my mother’s flourless chocolate torte at tonight’s seder, but homemade baked goods have fewer calories than store-bought stuff, even if they don’t.
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It’s not a fair race if the people on the walkway aren’t also walking at a good clip.
I build upper body strength by packing heavily and carrying my bags.
Folding bike that fits in a suitcase. The suitcase is also a trailer.
Ride to the airport towing the suitcase behind you. Fold bike. Put in suitcase. Check suitcase.
At destination, take bike out of suitcase, unfold, hook to trailer, ride to hotel.
Burn calories, save taxi fare.
re: Cinnabon–I have a somewhat reasonable ability to resist eating things that are larger than my head and require the running of a half-marathon to work off. They’re not *that* good.
i love to race the people mover. it actually is slower than walking anyway, but you can just set your things down for a minute, so it does have its good points occasionally.
depends on the airport and if you have airline club memberships, otherwise you are left to just walking from one end to the other until boarding. a lot of international airports have some pretty great options but i don’t think we are quite as civilised yet. maybe you should get a chair massage and an oxygen treatment instead and just unwind–and get ready for the next cad that wants to talk to you while reading or critique your photo.
//karen