I don’t have a job but I’m still working 

​I may no longer have a job but I’m pulling, on average, a 12hr shift.

Let me explain how our days are working out at the moment.

Wake-up (obviously and thankfully) usually around 7am. Stare at our phones for approximately 10 minutes until one of us instructs the other that it’s time for breakfast. As we are renting a car at the moment, breakfast is mostly provided by our accommodation and if not, it’s cereal bars and water. No tea!!! I love a cup of tea and my last cup was on the plane, drinking what was sold as tea but is secretly the waste water, recycled from the toilets. I have managed to survive though because there are waffles. Not only are there waffles but it’s a waffle machine and you make your own, which being British and having never indulged in such excitement, I believe the novelty shall never wear thin. Ever.

Once breakfast has been eaten we have this sudden dash to leave, like as if we have something really important to do? So the car gets packed, Rob gets packed and we jump excitedly (insert sarcasm) into the car and head to the exact spot that the previous day’s run finished. We work out roughly when the next meeting point will be, which is between 6-8 miles ahead and once I’m certain that I have the exact location pinpointed, just so that I don’t find myself an hour later, in the middle of whoop whoop (Aussie phrase) I allow him to proceed, in all his super attractive running attire. 

So, I set off, not too panicked by now as I have got a little more used to the driving. The only part that stresses me out is where to park up at the next marker. The roads vary hugely at this point. Some will have hard shoulders or that dirt patch that confused drivers have clearly stopped at many a times before you. However, some roads have nothing, so I end up doing a loop the loop trying to locate a good enough spot that hasn’t added another 10 miles onto Rob’s route. I am mostly working this shizzle out but it’s not exactly relaxing by the poolside fun. 
So this goes on for a few times, until we stop for lunch, which is either what we have already from the night before (nicely festering in the boot) or at a Waffle House or something  similar. All refreshed, we’re both all raring to go and do it all again. 

Some of the stops we make end up being just perfect. They’re either a petrol station/store with beautiful aircon (thank you inventor of cold air blowing machines) or they are a pretty little spot for which I can play at being a photographer. If not (mostly not) then I use the time wisely by scanning through Facebook or watching funny animal clips on YouTube. If I’m feeling super helpful I send emails, check and upload onto Rob’s Instagram and Facebook page or I film him running and talking  (those in the know, know he loves to talk).I keep his drinks and the car cool and generally just sit, staring into space, wondering why spiders need 8 legs.Why do they though?

Once the days runs are done and Rob has stopped sweating, like some crazy man that’s run in 42’c heat (who does that?), we head to the next motel for the night. We both dither about, highly unproductivly, trying to decide what to eat and then finally head to Domino’s or somewhere as equally healthy. Then we eat, chat, share our stories and plan the next day. We are usually done by around 8/9pm by which stage we get ready for bed but….we then spend a good hr or two checking and sending emails, blogging, posting pictures and music tracks onto social media (providing that the Internet isn’t being really slowly generated by some overweight hamster on a wheel) So bed time, is usually around 11pm.
So, it’s a long day. You’ll have to forgive us if we don’t reply to any of your messages or comments straight away because, for some reason, some crazy Scouser is rather busy running most of the day.

I may sound all very unhappy about this and I am (jokes). I’m not, for all the stress and occasional bits of boredom it’s brilliant. Beyond brilliant. I catch myself, driving down highway 90 on my own, listening to 80’s tracks (I heart the 80’s) in the gleaming sunshine with skies brilliantly blue, with the roads clear and I say to myself, you’re actually doing this Nads. You’re road tripping across America.

Blogging eh?

So, here goes. I guess this is me blogging, forgive me if I stumble a little. I hope to allow you a little insight into my version of Rob’s run across America. If you haven’t already, then PLEASE check out the website goingthedistancerun.com

I am currently sat outside a motel room waiting for our clothes to be laundered. A fairly typical road trip scene, with hot air, the odd stetson and soft southern twangs surrounding me.


We’ve done well so far. From Mobile, Alabama to Gautier (not John Paul,  that I childishly giggled to myself about) Mississippi. It’s hot and sticky but with aircon and the first days of adventure naivety, we’re doing real good.

I was always very anxious about the driving. I asked so many of my friends about it and of course was told multiple times how easy it is but I couldn’t shake the anxiety. That moment you set foot in a rental car as big as the average UK living room, you sweat, a lot. Then you get onto the road, kissing the right hand kerb with the gleaming alloys, whilst Rob nervously mentions that “you’re a little close this side Nads”. The fun doesn’t end there because then you need to turn at a junction  and your brain screams at you to cross before turning right and once you figure it out, you constantly wait for the ploughing  of another ve-hicle  into the left of you, although it would be coming from the right, right?

Any way, I am not faring to badly at this stage, although the blood pressure certainly raises in areas with lots of lines and flashing lights. I only hope that my blogs continue to contain good and not bad driving experiences. Oh man! I have to do all that in a 30ft RV…