Kinks in muscles
Today is the first day that I've really felt my past injuries on the road.
The previous few days, I thought to myself, wow - my neck hasn't really hurt. Neither has my back.
Today, of course, about a hundred miles in or so, I started feeling like crap. My lower back hurts, my neck might as well not exist... just bad news all around.
Whatever. I can keep going. It's all just physical.
The scenery in Utah was amazing - for those days that didn't look like the background to Roadrunner cartoons - but really, Colorado had the features that I appreciate the most:
It has trees
It has mountains
It has long sweeping roads
I'm in love.
At the same time, I don't quite 'grok' the places I've been. I'm for the most part a product of a major metro area (San Francisco). Suddenly being in small towns or whatnot that aren't too much more than a church or a gas station confuses me. I just don't know how to process it. My brain doesn't work that way.
It sounds terrible, I know. I don't understand the socio-economics of it all. I don't understand what people do for their day to day, though I suspect it's different than what I do. How, I almost don't know that I can even opine.
This is good for me, though - to see it. I might not get it, but it helps to see that this is life, and to get outside of what is typical and comfortable.
Life moves at different paces depending on where you are. I feel this to be a fair and reasonable statement anyone can agree with, and also one that is devoid of value judgments.
There's a lot more to see. I hear a good chunk of of might involve corn though. Oh well.
For the points, as of day 4 I'm in third. I've gotten best time on 2 legs, first of the day for day 2 and 4.
My weakness will always be my gas range. Always. Others do not slow down or stop for gas as they have fuel cells. I do not.
These ate things that I might not be able to work out but at the very least I can work around.
Life. That's what it is, I'd say.
The previous few days, I thought to myself, wow - my neck hasn't really hurt. Neither has my back.
Today, of course, about a hundred miles in or so, I started feeling like crap. My lower back hurts, my neck might as well not exist... just bad news all around.
Whatever. I can keep going. It's all just physical.
The scenery in Utah was amazing - for those days that didn't look like the background to Roadrunner cartoons - but really, Colorado had the features that I appreciate the most:
It has trees
It has mountains
It has long sweeping roads
I'm in love.
At the same time, I don't quite 'grok' the places I've been. I'm for the most part a product of a major metro area (San Francisco). Suddenly being in small towns or whatnot that aren't too much more than a church or a gas station confuses me. I just don't know how to process it. My brain doesn't work that way.
It sounds terrible, I know. I don't understand the socio-economics of it all. I don't understand what people do for their day to day, though I suspect it's different than what I do. How, I almost don't know that I can even opine.
This is good for me, though - to see it. I might not get it, but it helps to see that this is life, and to get outside of what is typical and comfortable.
Life moves at different paces depending on where you are. I feel this to be a fair and reasonable statement anyone can agree with, and also one that is devoid of value judgments.
There's a lot more to see. I hear a good chunk of of might involve corn though. Oh well.
For the points, as of day 4 I'm in third. I've gotten best time on 2 legs, first of the day for day 2 and 4.
My weakness will always be my gas range. Always. Others do not slow down or stop for gas as they have fuel cells. I do not.
These ate things that I might not be able to work out but at the very least I can work around.
Life. That's what it is, I'd say.