I'm in Europe for the long haul, five weeks of race magic. I've learned to only pack the essentials: Kerry lotion. Snacks. Soap. That. Lathers.But if I had one wish and there was no weight limitations or restrictions on items a jock could bring, for me it would be so obvious. My mattress!. The same way pole vaulters have to negotiate their poles all around the world, if given the chance I'd go through the same lengths for my Sealy Posturepedic.
I'd check out the model of plane beforehand to make sure my queen could fit. I'd go to the "over sized" items check-in line to gladly be ripped off. So that everywhere I'd go Pretoria (name of the tiny settlement where I slumber) was always with me. Instead every few days it's a different mattress, a different pillow. This wreaks havoc on my spine and REM cycles.
In Stockholm I went from a very fluffy bed to a German bed that feels like a slab at a morg. Not even kidding. My waist hurts, my neck is crooked and my lower back is tied in a knot. And who knows what kind of "give" the bed in London will have.
All this sleeping around on the circuit can't be good for the body.
Next up Aviva Diamond League London!
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