I had an experience today* that I thought was worthy of a post. So here we are.
I'm currently visiting a friend in Boulder, Colorado (yay, friends!). Having never been to Colorado, I was due for a speech on the risks of the mile-high city and how to be weary of the "thinness of the air."
Lucky for me, my Aunt, a seasoned CO traveller was willing to inform me how to deal.
"You'll definitely notice it. It's like, you'll just feel kind of slow. I remember one time, walking up a flight of stairs, and having to take a minute to myself just to catch my breath!"
All I can imagine is that episode of Spongebob in which Mr. Squarepants thinks that he can visit Sandy in her underwater air bubble sans water-helmet. AKA I'M GOING TO DIE. Now, something you should know about me is that I'm a pretty anxious human. My chest is already tightening at the thought of landing.
|This is what I felt like in 23C.|
I'm literally watching the rows in front of me as if I will see some sort of cue that row 5 - now 8 - now 15 - is losing air. All I see is calm people unloading their belongings from the overhead bins. Wtf is this.
NOTHING HAPPENED. LITERALLY NOTHING. I COULD BREATHE. So that's it.
IN SUMMARY - stfu about the "thinness of the air" because GUESS WHAT it's a non-issue.
Go to Colorado ppl. It's safe.
*Today is now a few weeks ago. GTF over it.