As much as I love traveling, there’s no question that it can wear you out. Especially when you’re packed so tight into a C130 that a commercial coach seat feels like more room than you know what to do with. Add to that the fact that you were traveling for nigh on 20 hours and even without a time change there’s some not insignificant turboprop lag.

The hardest part is just keeping yourself going knowing that, while it would be so easy to just lay down and close your eyes, it’ll just make it that much harder. So you get up, you walk around, you drink a glass of water.

It’s not quite tired. It’s not quite fatigue. It’s that haze where you know there are things you need to do, but you’re just not going to do them. It’ll be okay, there’s always tomorrow. And if that ever starts to bother you don’t worry, tomorrow there will still be tomorrow.

But still you push, and you get a thing or two done.

And then you reward yourself.

With tacos.

Author: Jonathan Rodriguez-Lucas

I've traveled the world, but the exploration never ends. I've run marathons, but the race is far from over. I've completed life goals, but strive for more. I have questions with no answers, and answers to questions I've yet to ask.

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