I’m feeling a bit like a gypsy, driving from city to city in a car packed to the gills with all my most precious items like my bike trainer, bike helmets, bike shoes, bike bibs—oh, and the boyfriend jeans I wear every single day.
I haven’t shaved in a couple days because I can’t remember which pocket in any of my 28 bags I may have shoved my razor in. There are peanuts and raisins smashed into my cushions. And I’m doing this weird thing in each hotel where I compare one cream rinse to another, and keep the one that sucks the least.
Mom, is this how you feel?
She travels for work almost every week of the year, so if anyone knows a thing or two about quality hotel hair care products, it’s that lady.
Today’s journey was from Valdosta, GA to Murfreesboro, TN. Let’s get into it.
Started my watch just a few second after I started the treadmill and…this is what each one calculated. Weird, right? I think I’ll go with Garmin 😉
A solid hour of treadmill walking/running was the best way to start the day because sitting all day is basically the worst. I watched a few youtube videos then half of Breaking 2. It made me push so much harder toward the end. And you don’t need to be a runner to appreciate it. Yes, it’s about breaking the marathon barrier, but it is also about the human spirit. I get chills just thinking about it.
I didn’t want to linger over breakfast too long because I had 444 miles sitting between me and Murfreesboro, but I did stop to people-watch. And I’ll tell ya…it was the first time I truly realized how unhealthy Americans are. It made me so sad that being extremely overweight is normal. I am not perfect—no one is perfect—but it’s an epidemic, and it hit me really hard.
Getting out of Georgia was painful, to say the least. It’s a big, long state with nothing exciting to look at until you hit Atlanta traffic. I pulled off a few times to stretch, pee, eat, repeat. But the first time I got out of the car it felt like someone had sucked the humidity right out of the atmosphere and turned on the AC. Man, it felt fantastic. I have a feeling it’s only going to get better.
Somewhere around 2 p.m. after HOURS of podcasts and trying to get feeling back into my rear end I hit Tennessee—and gained an hour back. Pretty funny how that works. And the further I got into the state, the steeper and windier the roads became.
I’m killing it on the timestamps today. I finally pulled into Murfreesboro, TN and shot out of my car like a ninja. I just wanted to breathe fresh air—and EAT. It’s so hard to find good options right off the highway, so the trail mix held me over for awhile until I could get something not fried.
This gypsy is getting back in her car for a painful 8.5-hour leg to Kansas City, which will probably turn into a 10-hour day with stops and such. Pray for my butt.
We are almost there (kinda not really).
Push on, PUSH ANIMALS >>>