On the Road to Modesto

I just got off interstate 5 where I drove three hundred and ninety-two miles covering a rough patch of traffic in Burbank to the two lane truck conjested roads through Kern county. Finally taking a dark back country road through miles of cows to wind up at my hotel in Turlock. With the number of tumbleweeds and the lack of roadside lights I felt like Mapquest had lead me to the middle of nowhere, but through two real street lights I came across Mecca a Wendys and a Costco. I had reached civilization and a restroom.

This Holiday Inn Express is quite nice. Of course there is the eau de cow in the air, but not overwhelming. And conveniently a Starbucks right across the street Of course upon arrival all those phone calls that I had so desperately longed for during my drive, came pouring in. Michele called to make sure I had it made it, my friend Shilpa called to chat, mom and dad called to check on the security of the hotel. Thirty-three and still the baby of the family.

Sadly again another day of no exercise, but sitting upright in a car for six hours must use some calories and require some abdominal control. Here's to hoping, but since dinner is going to consist of a Cashew cookie Lara Bar and a bottle of water I think the lack of movement won't be too bad.

Two days work/rest before I have to make the return drive. Can't wait.