I’ve done my fair share of spontaneous trips when there’s been a mistake fare/a deal I couldn’t resist. Even if the trip was a quick one, I’ve always made a point to spend some time at the destination. This past weekend I did something that was both a first and a last.
Back in June, I received an offer from American Airlines granting me a Platinum status trial. If I flew 12,000 miles within 30 days (September 12), I’d be able to keep the status until February 2016. I had a LGA-MIA round trip and then a SEA-PHX-EWR flight on American during that time frame, but I’d still end up about 6,000 miles short.
In my head, flying 6,000 miles to have status for another 18 months seemed like a no-brainer to me. The only problem was that I was running out of time and I couldn’t schedule another “vacation” before my cut-off date. If I were to complete this, it would have to be short, quick, and to the point.
Somehow flying LGA-DFW-ANC and back on a same day turn made sense for me. Yes, it would be more than 24 hours flying, but I’ve done my fair share of flying like a maniac, and I always did it like a trooper. As the date neared though, something unusual happened. I realized I was not excited to be in the air. In fact, I was dreading it.
Finally Sunday arrived and my alarm buzzed bright and early. I hit snooze 4 times. I did not want to get out of bed. 4 back-to-back flights seemed dreadful to me (and it was). I was thisclose to saying “screw it” and taking the loss. But I headed to the airport anyway.
I got upgraded from LGA-DFW, but when I arrived at DFW I was incredibly cranky. I tried to walk it off and thought a massage at the Centurion Lounge would help me shake it. It didn’t. I even did yoga at the terminal D yoga studio. Still, I was on the verge of crying to a gate agent to let me go back to NYC so I could be home and spend time with my family.
I boarded for ANC. Even though I was upgraded again, it was the longest flight ever. The only light at the end of the tunnel was that my friend Sean was already there in ANC, and he promised me fried halibut upon landing.
I landed in ANC and had a total of 18 minutes to explore the terminal before having to board the same aircraft again. I never wanted to go home more in my life.
My legs and butt are incredibly sore (and still are). I miss spending time with my family. I am cranky and crying like a little girl inside. I AM SIMPLY TOO OLD FOR THIS!
I’ve reached my breaking point. Never again will I ever do a mileage run. Mark my words…
Have you ever had a similar epiphany that put you over the edge?