I’ve been in the field for only 9 days now, but I’m going crazy. The incessant “ping ping” of my fence pounder bouncing off a steel rod drives me loopy by day, and I’m in withdrawal from my everyday routines here in camp at night. I wake up with scratches, bruises and wind-chapped lips from 12 hours a day out in the elements (or scratching myself while I sleep, the dryness is intense), and despite my best efforts, the calorie-laden camp food might be catching up to me.
It’s starting to get ugly.
I haven’t run in over a week (lack of treadmill), and there are only so many “cross-training” days that I can justify. Plus, unless my marathon involves pounding a 4′ steel rod into the ground every 15 m, this training is not going to help. And I need to take off body weight, not increase my mass, so a diet of gravy isn’t ideal.
And my hair, don’t get me started on my hair. And nails, my poor broken, cracked nails.
Luckily the weather has been quite nice, so I can’t add “freezing to death” to my list of complaints. I get to ride a quad, all the time, which can be fun. And while the internet is slower than dial-up, and my cell-phone reception is shaky, I haven’t lost all contact with the outside world. It isn’t all doom, gloom and high fat foods.
Either a blessing, or a curse, but I’m getting out of camp a couple days before this project finishes to go work on something different. Tomorrow night I should be enjoying the comfort of my “home-away-from-home”. The change will allow me to relocate to Fort McMurray but will require me to spend an additional 5 days or so in the field. There are trade offs, but it will only make going home sweeter (right, not that going home would not be sweet right now).