So I assume you’ve all heard of runner’s high – that state of contentment and elation that runners reach during which the miles seem to pass by in seconds?

I recently experienced a similar phenomena during one of my travel days.

My back was aching, I was thirsty (yet trying to avoid too many bathroom breaks), and there was a truck that had been hanging out in the left lane for way too long. The clock was taunting me with its slow pace and the odometer appeared not to be functioning.

And then something mysterious happened. I zoned out. I literally don’t remember what I was thinking about, but I reached a strange level of satisfaction regarding my current driving situation. Before I knew it, an hour and a half had passed and I only had 20 miles to go.

It’s only happened once so far, but I’m trusting that this elusive feeling will return.

Until then, I’ll have to settle for my audio books and Orbit gum.