We said our goodbyes to my brother and his family and continued our way west. Fortunately, it was an uneventful, mole-free day – just more truck stops, Subway sandwiches, and Econo Lodges.
After 8 hours of driving, I was desperate for some form of fitness, but there really was no place to run from the motel. That was why I was so happy to find that the motel had a fitness center with a treadmill. I’m not really a treadmill fan, but beggars can’t be choosers, so I figured why not.
That evening I ran for 45 minutes, longer than I ever do on a treadmill. In fact, Herb even came to look for me at one point to see if I was okay. I was so glad to see him, because I couldn’t get the AC working and it was really hot in there. My hero Herb came to the rescue and plugged it in – why didn’t I think of that?
We ate our Subway salads, watched some TV, and went to bed. I hope this wasn’t going to become too much of a pattern.