Last week is a blur. One day merging into another, with a few nights thrown in for good measure.
I have been rolling pretty hard, from one load right on to the next. Fast paced and tight as can be. Add in a little inclement weather, and we have a mix for confusion.
It’s amazing how fast I can lose track of the days. Never fails, when I end up running these loads that require me to run just as hard as I can. It means I start early, finish a shift mid afternoon, then have to start out again as soon as my 10 hour break is up. Basically, that requires waking up about 4 hours earlier each day, until I have trouble discerning night from day.
What this type of schedule really does, is mess up the old body clock. Sleep becomes a much needed, seldom found, necessity. I say seldom found because I have to work to convince myself that I should be sleeping in the middle of the day. By the time my 70 hours duty time was up, I needed about 12 hours consecutive sleep to reset my poor abused body clock.
The miles have been great, but there have been a few days of nasty weather. I just missed that wild and crazy storm in Arkansas. Actually, I shouldn’t say missed, because I spent about 20 hours in it. I started out from a shipper just after the snow began falling. The roads were treacherous, so I parked for the night. When I woke up the next morning, accidents were everywhere. The highway wasn’t jammed up just yet though so I started out. After running from Pottsville, Ar. to Little Rock, Ar. I got smart and jumped the side roads, heading south. Breaking out of the adverse weather after about 50 miles, I kept on rolling… Florida here I come.
Now I’m headed back towards the north west. Tampa Florida to Tacoma Washington. 3000 plus miles in six days. I’m loving it.
I’ll try to be a little better about posting, but things did get a little crazy last week.