One of my least favorite things to do is run through an airport. On a trip up North – a trip where I was concerned about the weather during my stay and not while traveling – I was delayed an hour and forty-five minutes for the plane to be de-iced in Raleigh. There was a mix of rain and sleet and they had to be sure there was no ice on the wings. The flight crew told us that there was limited equipment in the South to deal with snow. Luckily my connecting flight was delayed by 15 minutes, giving me the needed time to make it. As I had to change terminals I got to run down a moving walkway. There was a moment of fun when I opened up to a comfortable pace on the empty moving sidewalk. I should have been tracking it with Runkeeper. The gate agent said they were waiting for and nobody boarded after me. My checked bag made it too.