Apologies for the delay in replying yesterday. For the first time in almost 5 years, I am on a road trip.
The trip involves driving across parts of three states - almost 10 hours by the time I go to where I was going - to spend a weekend training with my weight coach, The Berserker.
Yes. I took a day off so I can drive 1200 miles round trip to see a man who enjoys making me suffer. And I do so gladly (well, not the suffering part. A high level of soreness is anticipated on the return drive home).
I have not driven much beyond 3 hours regularly in at least 4 years, and not beyond 1.5 hours regularly in at least 2 years. So this seemed like much more of an expedition than it might have in the past.
In general - to the eye that would not know better - things largely look back to normal. Travel plazas (glorified gas stations for those that do not have them) were rather packed, and 90% of the people inside looked just like they must have in late 2019: few masks, very crowded. Lots of traffic on the road and the drive throughs were very busy (in a fit of weakness I stopped to get a burger at a statewide chain. Never again: the fries were cold, the burger tasteless, and my diet drink tasted a heck of a lot like Root Beer). Fuel prices were as high in this part of the country as I have seen in years.
As I have not been most of this way in a while, there were some interesting changes. Lots of construction still going up around urban areas and smaller towns. Car lots seemed to vary in their availability of vehicles - although I saw one with not more than a dozen cars and trucks on its lot. In some other places, I did see where businesses had contracted as well, which struck me as a bit odd.
So think happy thoughts for me as I face the iron and am - again - reminded of the fact that the cost of action and fitness is constant training and some level of suffering.