I used to travel a lot, but they were generally short trips. A typical trip would have me flying 500-1500 miles in the evening, meeting with a client the next day, and then flying home that evening. In the 80s and 90s, it was kind of cool. I’d make side-trips and sometimes even enjoyed upgrades that made the flights a bit better.
When I got to be 50, it didn’t seem so great anymore. I’d visited every continental State at least a couple times each and it was tiring. After 9/11, everything was just so much harder…like walking through a muddy field.
I recently started teaching two-day classes in other cities and the travel is back to being sort of fun. (I’m semi-retired, so this is really my only business activity.) Of course, I have a KTN (which helps a great deal) and I’m more mature about the indignities one suffers. I’m also better about simply getting the classes taught, relaxing afterwards, and putting the whole thing out of my mind upon my return.