Farewell to February

Welcome, friends in the blogosphere, to March. The venerable third month of the year could not come sooner.

Let’s put it this way: I’m not a big fan of February. Never have been. The reasons are many.

For one, the weather’s usually not great. And by February, we’ve pretty much had enough of winter. The novelty of snowstorms, snow closings and delays, etc., has long since worn off. The long days without a lot of daylight are going on four months by the time good old February rolls around.

There are two contrived “holidays” in the month – one revolving around a furry creature looking for his shadow, the other centered around flowers and chocolate and greeting cards. Ugh. Sure, there is the well-deserved Presidents Day, honoring the birthdays of great American presidents (and Schanz).

And yes, there are great track meets too. But there is also this old coach’s least favorite conference championship meet of the three-season cycle to endure, too.

So yeah. Goodbye February.

Hello March, where the days are getting longer by 2 to 3 minutes of extra daylight each and every day. Where the snow will melt rapidly and we may actually get to practice at an outdoor track near here sometime soon. Where outdoor season (yes, OUTDOORS) starts in a mere few weeks.

Time marches on. And I’m sure glad.