This is what I get for packing like a girl

Whew, I'm glad I didn't hit the gym this morning. Lugging my gear to the airport and through security was a work out! For those of you that are smirking and thinking I'm a big weenie, don't forget that for me it's not just wheeling my bags to the curb, and driving to the loading zone to unload them. I have to carry my stuff and wheel it through gravel, which sucks. Whoever thought it would be a good idea to put gravel down where people would be wheeling very large, very heavy bags needs to be fired! Then once my battle buddy and I got all of our gear to the airport we got to sit outside for an hour. It's over 100° and we're in our full kit- no big deal, I wanted to sweat off three pounds today anyways.. 

Once we got called to go through security I got to dig through all 500 pockets on my uniform to take everything out and put it in a bin. That's right, even though we travel with knives and weapons we still have to empty our pockets  when going through security. Only The Lord knows why.. 

But after we empty out pockets we get to put everything we brought onto a scale (after that we get to step on the scale and they jot down our weight too). By the time I lugged all of my crap up there and skillfully stacked it in a pile, that resembled a Lego stack Wyatt would build, I looked at the scale and my crap weighs 25+ pounds more than I do! Needless to say, I was very glad to check my 98 pound rolly bag! They offered to let me check my ruck too, but I couldn't because I have my wonderfully scented bath and body works aromatherapy stress relief- eucalyptus spearmint body lotion in there (try saying that 10 times), and the geniuses at bath and body works put the lotion in a glass bottle. 

So I'll get the pleasure of lugging that 50 pound bag the quarter mile from the terminal to the actual plane and hope that there's room for it up in the bin! 

So yes, if you're still smirking, I might be a bit of a weenie! But that's ok, that's what Matt's for :) 

Until my flight takes off I am going to enjoy sitting in the terminal and drinking my first iced beverage in a month and a half. You don't even want to know about the killer brain freeze it gave me!

I'll let y'all know in a few days if all of this effort was worth it for my new job..