California was fine. The handoff was the problem.
I had a TRX work week based near Santa Monica, with people I still wanted to see face to face and a warehouse visit about an hour inland. Sunday, another plane would take me to Atlanta for two days of interviews with Wahoo.
A hotel near the beach helped, but only a little.
I wanted to understand whether Wahoo could be next without leaving the current work half-finished.
The warehouse made that tension physical. Pallets of boxed TRX equipment filled the floor. Some were wrapped in plastic. Empty cartons were stacked almost to the rafters. There were products to move, meetings to finish, and a week of TRX work still in progress.
I sent one note saying I was trying to “thread the needle” with a few in-person meetings. That was the whole week. Every useful conversation had to land before the next flight.
The Wahoo itinerary arrived while I was still in California. It covered Sunday and Monday, with enough time after the final meeting to get back to the airport. I confirmed the schedule and kept working.
Sunday afternoon, I sent a short update: headed to Atlanta now. By evening I was back at another hotel. Monday ended with the airport, then a message sent from the middle of the flight home.
Nothing was decided yet. The interviews had happened, but the process was still moving. Two days later, I was already proposing another route for April: Los Angeles to Atlanta, then home to New York.