Every morning I get up and squeeze into a white steel box - it has windows although they do not open. It has ventilation, but often uncomfortably maintained by the person operating the big white container. Then my fellow riders and I zoom off to a our respective locations 100 miles north to "earn the bacon" in order to maintain the life styles to which we have become accustom and fto provide food on the tables and other necessities for our families and loved ones.
Such is the life of a daily commuter. People often are in awe of us being able to do such a such a thing on top of putting in the daily 8 hours of performing one's job responsibilities. There is a light at the end of that tunnel - albeit maybe 10, 15, or 20 years down the road - RETIREMENT!!! I am on year 13 and yet it does yet feel like just year 1. After you adjust to the routine - what the heck - the rest is just that "routine".
We all have out routines and this is just another to add to the mix. I would invite you to join me sometime on my white steel box quest which like the mail person - experiencing rain, sleet, snow or sweltering heat - I and my commuter cohort do what we have to do to make the long ride bearable and doable to maintain each other's spirits for 200 miles and four hours of daily routine. Therefore, when we reach that reitement light at the end of the commuter tunnel - we can congratulate each other and say "we'll miss you, but well done"!!!