Nobody knows exactly when or where it will hit but almost everybody agrees *it will hit.* And it will hit *hard.*
Central Florida store shelves have been emptied. Gas pumps are dry (my mom was able to wait at a station and fill her tank with four whole cents before the system crashed entirely). Most models show landfall on Monday and hovering over Orlando on Tuesday… right when we’re supposed to fly to France for the Medoc Marathon.
There’s been some hesitation there, it could go a number of ways. The spaghetti models are called that for a reason. But I ultimately decided to call Delta and see what they could do. Most everything is booked, but my CSR was able to secure, after lots of juggling, two seats for Sunday night. That should get us out before Dorian arrives… and while it adds an extra time crunch stress to us to pack up and leave, I think it’s better than not being able to go and potentially missing Medoc entirely.
The question is, how lucky do I feel? I’m supposed to go to Ohio tomorrow and run a race that night, flying back Sunday morning. The return flight to Florida gets in at 10 AM. So I have a whole 11 hours before our flight to France. It’s all doable… but it’s also oh-so-screw-up-able.
The smart play is to skip Ohio and write-off the marathon and the money spent for that event. How smart am I? I’ve got a go back packed, my suitcase for France is (mostly) packed. I’ll decide tomorrow morning based on the latest weather forecasts.
I should be smart.
But I so rarely am.