Yep. It's true. This time I cancelled my lesson based on my own self-check. I'd been fighting a stomach bug all day, and it wasn't getting better. Two hours before my lesson, I texted my instructor and cancelled. I hated to do it, but at the same time, if I had gone ahead, I really don't think it would have been a productive flight.
Beside my illness, at the time I cancelled, there was about a 13 kt left front quartering crosswind down runway 27. I've flown in those conditions once before, and I really wasn't up to doing it again this evening. 13 kts is toward the upper limit of the Skyhawk's abilities, and the upper limits of my nerves. On a good day.
I started to beat myself up today for cancelling, but quickly reigned that thinking in and snapped back at myself that I'd made the right choice, and besides, that was yesterday and can't be changed. This is today.
Next lesson is scheduled for Monday of next week, which is a deviation from my usual Tuesday. My daughter loves The Veggietales, and they're coming to town Tuesday evening, so I'm taking her. Seeing her laugh and smile as she enjoys the music is about the only thing on Earth that trumps flying for me. Flying is in my soul, but she has my heart, hands down.
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