I just finished my sixth straight night away from home. That's entirely too long. Here are a couple of things I’ve realized
during that time:
- I really like my beat-up flat pillow. I don’t understand why hotels think that everyone wants big fluffy pillows. Right now, there are six pillows on my bed. Couldn’t at least one of them be flat?
- I’ve definitely developed a fear of hotel room carpets. I keep my socks on at all times. One of my colleagues told me a few months ago that, as soon as she gets to her hotel room, she goes into the bathroom, grabs some towels, and lays out a carpet from the bathroom to the dresser and then on to the side of her bed. She does this just so her bare feet never have to touch the carpet. I’m beginning to think I might start doing the same thing.
- There’s nothing quite like plain old steamed vegetables. Eating out, particularly at conferences, it seems like every vegetable is roasted, grilled, or covered with some sort of sauce. Steamed broccoli or green beans would be just fine with me.
- I’ve got to get some new travel deodorant. I got some Dove Men+Care (what a name) from Santa Claus in my stocking. Trust me – it doesn’t hold a candle to Sure.
- Finally, there’s a reason I like to run in the dark, all alone, with my fancy reflective vest. What’s the reason, you ask? It’s simple. It’s not that it’s dark and it’s not the vest. It’s that I’m all alone. No piped-in music from 1980’s hair bands. No waiting for a treadmill. Best of all, no one to see me. I like that.
