The road to Albuquerque

In just three more sleeps time I get to realise a long-held dream of mine - to travel to Albuquerque for my first Radiant Recovery Ranch there. 

To say I am excited is an understatement!!

I live in the west of England so according to my e-ticket, that's approximately 5,500 miles away :)

A radiant pal and I leave the house at 5am on Wednesday to catch a 9:45 flight from Heathrow.  So far so good.

In true RR style I have been thinking about my food <grin> and here is what I'm planning at the moment...

4:00am    Home          Shake and porridge
8:30am    Heathrow    2nd breakfast (Spanish omelette)

9:45am    Plane #1
12:30pm  Plane           My own food (chicken, new potatoes and green beans)
5:00pm    Plane           My own food (turkey brown rice risotto with carrot sticks)

7:20pm    Atlanta
10:00pm  Atlanta        A visit to TGI's or a steakery in the airport - plus buy a decaf to take with me

12:25am  Plane #2     
3:00am    Plane           Food that I have bought in Atlanta or another shake (using cold decaf - must remember shaker bottle!) plus easy to mix Ready Brek

4:00am    Albuquerque
Sleep!

I'll also make sure I drink loads of water as Albuquerque is at high altitude (well, for my seafaring legs anyway!)

Now to plan the return route via Minneapolis!!

A journey

There I was, heart in my mouth as I climbed aboard the train for the first time.  It was a big deal.  I had never travelled on my own before, so this was going to be interesting.  How old was I?  18 and travelling to college interviews?  Nope - my Dad took me to those - try twenty years later than that!

I left for the first Radiant Recovery Brits lunch in London full of trepidation but with more than a little help and persuasion from some very supportive step 7ers.  Thankfully, I was met by a welcoming committee - if I had had to negotiate the underground on my own I do believe I would have stayed at home that day.  I had such a wonderful time with people who 'get it'.

It's funny how doing the food allows horizons to be broadened.  Two years later I was in a taxi on the way to the airport.  I flew to Amsterdam on my own and then on to Boston with two fellow step 7 friends for a seminar.  I haven't looked back, well, unless my timings get a bit wonky or I start dreaming of gluten free bread that is!

It's a heck of a journey, but I'm so grateful for it!!