Nothing exciting on the flights, but because my flight out of MSN left 30 minutes late, I had to run from Concourse E to Concourse C at O'Hare. If you don't have a map of the airport, that's probably close to a mile, with my backpack bouncing around and holding my bike helmet in my right arm. Think Heisman Trophy pose. I'm pretty sure I was the last person on the plane, but whatever. I made it, right?
Okay, fast forward through the trans-Atlantic flight. One of Paligap's sales reps picks me up and drives me to his house, where he tells me the van (think VW Sprinter) is what I'll be driving to Bristol. No problem, right? Wrong. Driving on the left side of the road is hard. Especially in a vehicle three times bigger than what I'm used to. Most cars over here are stick shift. My private car is stick shift, so no big deal right? Wrong again. Shifting with the left hand is not as easy as I thought. And they use miles per hour and yards instead of meters. Seriously? I thought Americans were the only ones who used those metrics. I've driven in Belgium, The Nederlands, France, and Switzerland over the past four months and this was the most challenging. Was it the lack of sleep or just that everything is backwards from what I'm used to? Got me. But it goes back to leaving your comfort zone. You can't grow if you don't push your boundaries. Until next time, Cheers!
Keep up the great attiutde.
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