Every time I make the drive from Phoenix to California, it gets harder. Not mentally, because it's still super fun to strategize my driving among all the big rigs and slow drivers. But physically, because my body is more and more ... creaky ... by the time I make it to Mom's house. My butt hurts, my hip is a bit cramped, my back is twinging, and my legs are stiff. Also, the bridge of my nose and my head above my ears hurt because my sunglasses are just thatmuch too tight. And I do honestly think it gets just a bit harder, and I get more OLD every time I do it. That's not to say that I will stop doing it, because California is its own reward for making the drive. But just to complain because sometimes I really, really feel 40.
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