I seriously never thought I’d see the day. People, delivering the mail is HARD. Way harder than you think. Well, at least harder that I thought, I really can’t speak for y’all as a whole, but I digress. What I can speak to is that I am much stronger physically, mentally and emotionally than I was on September 7.
For starters, I spent the week before Thanksgiving until the week after Christmas walking 13 miles in a hilly neighborhood carrying 20 to 40 pounds of holiday parcels and paper in snow, sleet, hail and 20 degree temperatures.
I spent the fall learning to parallel-park a right-side drive vehicle like a BOSS.
I have delivered mail on almost 40 different routes out of nine different stations in the Portland Metro and counting. A few of those were on those super scary windy roads I was concerned about. I hit nothing and no one died, WIN! Continue reading