How Did I Get Here?

Monday

You would think I would sleep like a corpse after a marathon but it was more like tossing and turning, racked with pain, and more than a little sweat as my body tried to normalize. The good news is that I didn’t cramp up which is always a bonus.

I think I would fall in such a deep sleep that I would just be paralyzed. Since the average person adjusts in his or her sleep every 7 minutes (I’m just a fountain of knowledge, ain’t I?), I think my deep sleep would prevent this so pieces of Jason tended to fall asleep and not in a good way. I also think that the state of my body prevented the 7-minute adjustments because there was much punishment when the request to move was sent downrange.

So I kept waking up in pain and with limbs asleep. This went on until 0420 when I had to get up out of frustration. What did I do?

Internet, baby.

I also talked with Joe’s wife who was up in the kitchen prior to going to work.

At about 0530 I laid back down and was able to get a couple more hours of sleep but when I got up, disaster struck. I will not divulge the details but there was a death in Joe’s family and everyone was devastated. My plan had been to get up, eat, and get on the road and now Joe’s family unfortunately had to adopt a similar plan in order to get to Bakersfield.

I felt really bad for the family and didn’t know what to do or say. I hoped my visit wouldn’t be remembered in this light and I tried to strike a balance between showing my genuine concern for his family and my appreciation for all they had done for me this weekend.

On the way out of town, I stopped at The Good Egg and for those that don’t know, go there and eat. Expect to wait and expect to pay (it was $15 with tip) but Lordy almighty, Body was much pleased at the breakfastaganza.

If this is any indication of the quality and quantity, I bypassed a morning trip to Starbucks because I really didn’t think I could fit it in my gut. I know, but there you go.

I figured I would hit a Starbucks a little later on the way home.

Here ye, here ye. To all those present, greetings. I am officially making a public announcement that between Phoenix, Arizona and San Diego, California there is no, let me repeat NO, none, nada, zilch, complete lack thereof, a soul-crushing void of Starbucks coffee shops (also known as God’s Breast where His milk flows). You have been warned.

I tried to get my GPS to help me out but the nearest one was hundreds of miles out of my way and there IS a limit to which I will go for the Juice.

I got home after the drive with one thing on my mind: California King, a fan, shutters pulled, stripped down to skivvies, and the sound machine on white noise. Near-death nap-taking, commence.

My only goal was a simple one: try not to shit the bed.

(If you must know, I succeeded.)

Free Advice for Today: “Keep a couple of your favorite inspirational books by your bedside.”

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