Endurance...

Okay, so two double shifts are rather difficult when back to back, but then to travel by night after such is a tad difficult.

Having had four hours sleep and doing my final double, I got home and packed my car, headed to the bank, and then took off despite the fact I was about to fall on my face due to exhaustion. Some background here is required. It is winter folks and the first mountain range is what I view as a dead zone. It is especially dead when traveling at state trooper donut time as not a soul is on the road. What makes it difficult during the winter season is black ice and almost zero visibility when snow is coming head on and what lies in front of you does not appear to be a road. Hold that in mind as well as my exhaustion.

I make it to the border, which by my driving is ½ hour from my house, and there is not a soul there. I don’t know whether the officers were board off their rocker or whether I was a target. I guess it could be a combo of both. Anyway, despite my truthful answers and despite the fact that they searched my car, I was taken to an interrogation room for questioning and a search of my person. Many questions were asked of me for which I replied in truth. I did have a question for the one of the officers and that was WHY WAS I PULLED OVER. He stated that the computers are smarter than them. This opened a door for conversation and my own line of questions for which he agreed. Despite the 1 hour delay and despite the fact that three goons had gone through all the belongings in my car, I proceeded to make my trip even though I was flipping at this point.

Flipping you say? YES. Totally delirious. Despite this fact too, I drove to Manhattan and made it in a timely fashion. Endurance came at knowing that I was overspent and could have fallen asleep at the drop of a hat behind the wheel. What kept me awake was my brain and me talking to myself recalling the past, and projecting the future.

The dead zone area of my trip allowed me to pass 7 other vehicles that were on the road at the same time as I. I counted them in order to verify the deadness of the area. Of the 7 vehicles, only three were cars and I only started to view cars near Albany. Everyone tells me that what I do is dangerous and I know this. However, how can one live without experiencing the thrill of danger? How does one know how to survive if they don’t push themselves? To this, I give myself credit in that I do push. To this I give credit that I will live to see another day. Hell, I survived the nor’ easter of 2007. Twas April for sure and also the week of Friday the 13th. Stevie Boy and Gail are my proof as is my daughter. I LIVED!

There is more to this story, but I am seriously spent. Just so you know, I am like a dog when set to do something. I won't stop until completion. In regard to not completing projects such as art or literature, I don't require either to survive. ~ Maggie ~ February 22, 2010 @ 7:21 p.m. EST