Thursday, August 09, 2012
We are home from North Carolina. I have mixed feelings on that score. Monday was the only day worhty of a beach visit. The other days were kind of dreary.
Today before we left for home, we went to the "oldest winery in North Carolina." I joked to She(WMBO), "Yeah, 1963."
I was off by only 13 years: 1976.
Ok, so that means that the wine industry in NC in young.
Sadly, I could only be a supporting character to everyone else's fun because I am allergic to sulfites and sulfur dioxode. And Unless it's organic wine, everyone puts it in.
My biggest problem with vacations is that we eat out every evening. I have no control over the food in the restaurant and I have to listen to comment from my brother in law like "Well, I don't care about what you think, but I'm having the french fries." Well, you know what, I don't care if you do have the french fries and I am not entirely sure why you think I care ... but I am not allowed to say that to him. I have to be polite. Yes dear.
The other problem is that I don't get enough work out in. My gear is at home. The YMCA is 25 miles away. If I disappear for a run, I am being rude.
I know! Even if I don't work out, my autonomic functions still burn 2000 calories a day and if I eat righ, it won't be a problem. But still ...
Then there was the drive home. Six plus hours in the car. Just sitting. And my Restless Leg Syndrome would kick in. I was going nuts.
I am home, on my own turf. I can set up my bike in its trainer or hit the treadmill. I have some outside work to do tomorrow.
It's all part of living the life.