I have a confession to make. I hate flying as a method of traveling. The only reason I fly so frequently anymore is because its convenient. I don’t want to spend hours on a mega bus nor do I want to spend hours on a train going all over creation. I fly only because I can arrive at my destinations quickly and well, the teleport system hasn’t been invented yet so I have no other choice but to fly. With that being said, this blog post is about the one thing I hate the most about flying, turbulence. I have no tolerance for turbulence whatsoever. I hate it with a passion!
Before we get into my horrific flight back to Pittsburgh, let’s talk about something happy. FOOD!
My last day in NYC was spent just around Penn Station. I met up with a life long friend of mine who was willing enough to get me back to the Newark Jersey airport. Lunch was spent at the Tick-Tock Diner on 34th and 8th street. This picture here may make you think that this place is a bit run down, but speaking from personal experience, you can get a STEAL of a great primal meal here for next to nothing. NYC is filled with amazing little places like this that offer fresh, local, and organic eats that satisfy the serious primal enthusiast. Yours truly dined on one heck of a good Shrimp Caprese salad. Check it out below!
Once I finished up eating at the diner, it was off to Pen Station to hitch a ride back to the Newark Airport. Once I arrived at my gate, I found out my flight was delayed due to the stormy weather. I thought nothing of it at first, until of course I got on board and in midair. I don’t know what it is about me and getting flights home back to Pittsburgh, but I seem to be prone to getting ridiculously turbulent flights back to my City. This one takes them all! I cannot really describe what it was like being in midair on this plane other than to compare it to being thrown into the middle of a mosh pit at a Social Distortion concert. Seriously, the plane was being tossed ALL OVER THE SKY!
After an hour of feeling like I had taken 5 heart attacks mid-flight, I arrived at Pittsburgh International airport and stopped by the nearest eatery to sit down, calm down, and eat something to take my mind off my flight back home. I must have looked incredibly traumatized because the first thing the waitress said to me when she came to the table was “Sweetheart, you look like you need a drink!” Don’t get me wrong, the suggestion was most certainly tempting, but I settled for a heaping dose of Burgh BBQ as a way to
treat myself for not passing out on an airplane. If there is one thing I have learned from that experience, it’s that turbulence is just like metabolic conditioning in the sense that it’ll give you one hell of a killer appetite when you finally get through the worst of it. And that’s real talk, ya heard?
That sums up my weekend in NYC guys! As always, remember to eat smart, train hard, and enjoy your life!