i went to a lot of air shows growing up. my brother is an aerospace engineer. he likes planes. we went to a lot of shows.
although, honestly, karen, mom, & i would usually meander around during the show while dad & jeff sat with their eyes peeled to the sky. i think that's for the best anyway. jeff would look at us "wow that was cool!" we would muster a "ugh hugh." kind-of a let down for him. it's better he watched them with dad.
and i haven't been to an air show since. until this weekend. after the storms cleared i walked on over to the lake. i didn't go to north ave., the hub, i had enough of that craziness on my run that morning, waaaay before the show even started.
i actually really enjoyed myself. i really liked the little bubbles when the planes flew right over me, really fast. i just really liked it. i'd like it even more if i was in the plane. that would be awesome!
i also enjoyed watching the family a little in front and down from me. it was a couple with their baby. the dad whipped out his grill and kept grilling and grilling food (i really have no idea who was going to eat all that food). then the planes started making some noise and the mom kept trying to plug her daughter's ears. the dad kept cheering and said, "she's a city baby, she'll get used to it." note: if there are baby ear plugs, bring them to an air show.
people go all out. lots of bbq grills. lots of tents. comfy lawn chairs.
the lake was packed with boats just sitting around watching the show.
so i was really enjoying it...
until sunday
sunday i had my first 20 mile run and the last 4 miles was solely dodging people. not fun.
it's so funny that saturday i enjoyed it so much, with goosebumps the majority of the time, and sunday i was so annoyed. i kept repeating to myself "i enjoyed this yesterday... i enjoyed this yesterday..."
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