Thank you Lord and Subaru for the hill-holder clutch. You ease my mind and lower my stress level. I was overjoyed to remember, while sitting at a red light on one of the steepest hills in the world, that my wonderful little yuppie car has a hill-holder clutch.... whew! No really. I shouted "Thank you Lord!". I was so relieved. Every time I sit on a hill in Seattle I picture my manual transmission just letting my car roll backwards into other cars and the chaos that would ensue. If I knew blood pressure language, I would even tell you how many points mine went down when I realized that, but I don't.
Tonight I am writing from a fancy hotel room in Seattle. I really love Seattle... to visit anyway. Even though my day was frantic, and I left a whole four hours later than I wanted to today... I had a great drive. Lots of time to think and sing. No traffic, no ferry wait. My delay in leaving work on time today screwed up my chance to get a hold of friends that live here to make impromptu dinner plans... but oh well. Here's what I did instead.
We'll start with the ferry... I think the people in the cars around mine might have thought I was on some sort of upper because I didn't stop moving the entire trip. Instead of sitting and playing Word Search or Angry Birds on my phone the whole ferry ride, I cleaned out my car. I climbed in back and re-organized my frantically packed bags so that I wouldn't look like a messy bag lady getting out of the car at the hotel. I picked up all the wrappers and papers and random things. I cleaned out part of my purse and wiped down the dash. My car looks great. I think I looked a little, um... high.
After I followed the directions the little lady in my phone gave me, I parked my car at the valet (yeehaw! this country girl got valet money on her travel!) and grabbed all four of my bags/purses (I am a really bad packer). This hotel really is super fancy, and I tried to act as unawkward as possible around all the well-dress people with shiny wheely suitcases.
After I checked in, I changed into my running clothes. I promised my mom that I would not run the streets of Seattle after dark. Even though I teased her first that I was going to. Instead I found the fitness center. The workout room is two stories. I'm not kidding. The exact opposite of the gym in D.C. I could hardly believe it. And it was almost totally empty the whole time I ran. I got to run for 42ish minutes and cool down for 8. Great run. I ran a 10:45 mile for most of it on a random incline. I listened to my Dire Straits and Latin Workout radio stations on Pandora. I got to spy in office windows and see who was still at work at 9:00 at night (poor, unfortunate souls). I also learned that an 8.5 minute mile is the exact pace at which I "almost" pee my pants. Thankfully that was right at the end... my last portion of my last lap... or my run would have ended a lot faster. And thankfully I was wearing black pants. Ahem. So embarrassing and probably so TMI for all you folks.
After I refilled my water bottle and got some ice, I had a wonderful, long shower. I pore-stripped my nose and contemplated purchasing $4 banana slices from room service. Just contemplated. My calves don't hurt that bad. Then I just relaxed... and typed. Tonight, I get to sleep peacefully. Alone. All night long. Ahhh.
Tomorrow is a LOOOOOOOONG day of meetings, and then I get to chug back home, across the ferry, over the bridge, and through the woods. Back where I run on a treadmill in a three car garage that is packed with everything but cars. Back where I sleep interruptedly and with at least two other people in the bed. Back where bananas are $.39/lb and I have to slice them myself. Back where I will forget about my hill holder clutch because I never have to use it... but tomorrow. Tomorrow I will soak in some more Seattle and a lot of really good coffee.