With the inclement weather around the Thanksgiving holiday, JetBlue was kind enough to reschedule my flight for free, but that meant I would have a 45 minute layover in Boston. I hate layovers, especially with really tight connections.
My flight was due to depart at 11:20 pm and while it was a full flight, we all boarded relatively fast and I was moved to row 1, which was great because I knew I needed to be out of the plane quickly since boarding will have already begun for my next flight by the time we land. But we ended up needing to be de-iced before we could take off. I knew as I was siting there that we were going to be late. I looked at my departing gate and the gate were were due to arrive at, and it was only a 4 gates away, maybe it won't be so bad. Nothing I could I do, so I attempted to rest/sleep.
Our scheduled landing time was 5:08 am and my flight was departing at 5:48 am. It was already 5:32 am by the time we landed. I walked my NY fast walk out of the jetway, and we were at/around C17, my next plane was departing from C32. Any idea how far away that is? I don't, but it was far. The monitors said 'closing'. I was half running and half heeling over to breathe through the terminal, past security through the second part of the terminal. I was so glad I wasn't carrying my luggage with me, that would have slowed me down even more...but wondered if my luggage would make it to my next flight. Shin splints were starting to kick in. It hurt to move. I wanted to stop, I wanted to pass out. I wanted to get home and see my family. I kept running/jogging/walking fast.
I arrived at my gate. The door was still open. I handed the lady at the desk my ticket and I am bending over trying to catch my breath, I can't. I almost told her to call for a medic thinking I was having a heart attack. My chest hurt. I couldn't breathe. I felt dizzy. The lady tells me that they didn't think I was going to make it they were about to close the door and I told her I ran from the complete farthest part of that terminal and I was happy I made it. But I am thinking, doesn't those computers talk to each other? Doesn't it say that I had a connecting flight and my flight landed...and if I landed before they took off, wouldn't they wait a few minutes for me instead of putting me on standby on another flight? A few minutes pass and she is now scanning my ticket to let me on the plane. And two or three guys come running up. I ask if there were on the same flight as me, they were. So there are four of us, at least...even more reason for the computers to talk to each other.
I board the plane, and it was nice, just walking right on, even if everyone was staring at me because I was the last on (I wasn't) and my face was probably a little red and sweaty from the running. I tell the airline attendant there were a few people behind me and I find my seat, an isle next to a mom and her grown kid. I sit down, attempt to drink my water and I am coughing like crazy. I can't catch my breath. I put my arms over my head. I look to see if there was a puke bag that maybe I can breathe into. I continue to cough for the first 25 minutes of the 40 minute flight. I realize I am wheezing. Finally, when I sort of have my breath enough to talk, I turn to my fellow isle passengers and inform them I am not sick, I just ran far to catch the plane, I didn't want them to be nervous about my constant coughing and heavy breathing right before Thanksgiving.
The wheezing continued for 2 days. It was a nasty wheeze, I know because I made sure all of my family heard it!
I know I am not active and out of shape, but I was very surprised that intense 5-8 minute run/walk resulted in me finding out I have exercise induced asthma.