Yesterday I drove a U-Haul from San Rafael to Seattle. The day before that, which I think was Wednesday, was the day we left VAC Camp, and that was also the day that Kelly helped me load all my stuff into the U-Haul. I actually don’t have an overwhelming amount of stuff, the 14′ truck was way bigger than what I needed, but it was the smallest size that had a loading ramp. Yay for the ramp! We were able to gossip the whole time we packed without missing a beat. The downside though was that the truck got 8 miles to the gallon for 823 miles.
I think that was the furthest I have ever driven alone. I had a pretty cool passenger-side companion, but it let me do most of the talking and entertaining… which included:
1. Every 15 minutes I am allowed to check my email on my iPhone. Which is basically: every 15 minutes I can re-confirm that no one sends me emails on days when I need help alleviating boredom.
2. Oregon has some weird names for cities. For example: Drain.
3. My right leg hurts so bad from driving that it is going to FALL OFF.
4. Sightings of 3 hawks, a large white egret, and a BALD EAGLE IN FLIGHT! I would really like to see an owl in real life one day (zoos don’t count). I love big predator birds, songbirds don’t really do it for me but giant birds are pretty sweet.
5. Why is there heavy traffic in Seattle at 10:30 p.m. on a Thursday?
6. Honestly I have no idea how 15 hours of my life went by and nothing else really happened. I guess I did a lot of thinking. And a lot of sitting. And a lot of driving, through a lot of pretty areas. And a lot of wishing my leg would either fish or cut bait… fall off or stop hurting already! Funny that being sedentary was so much more painful than any of the training I do 
.
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every 15 minutes I can re-confirm that no one sends me emails on days when I need help alleviating boredom.
Let me know in advance next time.
In regards to No. 2, I have a friend from college who is from Boring, Oregon. He confirmed it was aptly named. As for No. 5 — construction? And I hope you stopped in Eugene for a snack. Good stuff there.
yay!! sorry i didnt respond to your email, clearly google is conspiring against you
I have an owl that hangs outside my bedroom window. She is the girlfriend of our captive great horned owl that we are rehabilitating at work. Sometimes they beek through the cage. They hoot at each other a lot.
I’m reading the bio of Bill Bowerman – co-founder of Nike and super coach and amazing guy. He was from oregon and lived all over the place as did his runners – so now that I’ve read it (about half) a lot of those towns have interesting folks that come from them. A lot of <4:10 milers who ran for Oregon and US Olympic teams came from Oregon. Read it and your move back to the Bay Area will mean more to you and Ruby. I need a name for my bikes. I used to have (and many others somehow knew their names): Mayor McCheese (a Serrotta with a weird mcdonald’s-like paint job) and Grimmace (again, from McDonald’s). It was a purple specialized. Don’t ask why.
Ruby is just the name of the model… I don’t name my bikes! Since I’ve got six bikes downstairs right now (until I reach my stupid 25 posts in 30 days retardedness with slowtwitch anyway), I differentiate by make and/or model.
I hate moving. Actually today I hate everything.
IF they have names they’re harder to sell. I kept Grimace for years and never rode it – he just sat there: sad and purple.