Due to tiredness and the extra complication of having to try to figure across time zones for today's travel plan, Mr. Trucker set the alarm an hour earlier than necessary, so we didn't get much sleep at all. I do, however, want to share THIS picture now so that my dear friend, Lil Deb, will know that I am trying to eat healthy out on the road.
|Oatmeal with Craisins|
I've only been out a week and a day of my "year" on the road with Mr. Trucker and last night I came close to calling it quits. Particularly at 2:30 a.m. New York time when I tried to crawl into the bunk and Mr. Trucker told me he needed me to stay in my seat and help keep him awake and alert for our last hour of driving. I started to feel very confined and panicky; I'm sure the sheer exhaustion didn't help. All I could think of was getting out of the truck, and I started to fantasize about just opening up the door and jumping from the moving truck up on I90, near Batavia, NY. My back hurts from sitting in this seat for up to eleven hours a day and I miss being able to go outside and stretch my legs whenever I want to. We don't get much exercise or movement, and we discussed that fact this morning, agreeing that we need to exercise, but not really sure how. We're driving, as I said, as many as eleven hours per day, so often we're too tired and it's too dark to go walking once we park for the night. I do have a small set of five pound hand weights under my seat, but I've only used them once since I came out. I could use some prayers for endurance and health, any volunteers?
Here's a reminder to be patient with truck drivers.
|Good stuff: Trucks Bring It!|
|Somewhere in Ohio|
Today's silly sounding place name: Canandaigua, NY