|Somewhere over Texas|
I flew home from Austin on Tuesday morning and took this picture from my window seat. 5 minutes
earlier it the clouds looked like Cotton Candy for as far as you could see.
It has taken years and years for me to reach the point where I can somewhat enjoy flying. I used to
be a white knuckle flyer. I would lean back in my seat during takeoff to help the pilot get the plane in
the air. If the plane backed left or right, I would lean in the opposite direction to ensure the plane stayed aloft.
I was actually able to close my eyes during the flight and meditate during the flight.
If I hadn't started running marathons for Kelly in 1999, I am not sure if I would have ever gotten to this point.
Another thing I can be grateful to Kelly for.
The best part of this I was flying back home.
Be it ever so humble, there is no place like home...