Our bus pulled out of the McCann Center parking circle in
the predawn darkness, at around 6:10 a.m. Nearly 12 hours later, we are still nowhere near Raleigh.
Hey. I’m from Jersey. I’m allowed to complain about Jersey traffic, in which we
sat for the better part of the morning. For the record? Jersey traffic sucks.
So, too, does the dreaded I-95 corridor. Did I mention that Delaware traffic
stinks too? Oh yeah. It does. A noted, loyal blog and program follower is a
grizzled veteran of such I95 wars. Not fun. No Bueno. And so, this trip has
dragged on and on and on.
We just got done with a delightful stop in a delightful
southern town (actually not being sarcastic, for once), Ashland, VA. We needed
to drop our first driver (Andy) at a hotel off the highway. Surmising that we
wouldn’t make it to NC State before dark for our pre-meet practice, we made the
decision to get our run in here in Ashland, home of Randoph-Macon College. Much
to this old coach’s extreme delight, it was sunny, breezy and 80 degrees. 80
blessed degrees! Shorts and short-sleeve shirt. For the first time in 2018, the
wool socks came off, in favor of the stylishly challenged tube socks. While our
athletes were getting their pre-meet running in, I took a brisk walk around
Randolph-Macon. I found a nice lacrosse/football stadium, and it was surrounded
by a one-lane “track” that was quite nice (see?). Hey. It’s better than what WE got,
for sure.
We’re back on the road now for a dinner stop, a few more
hours on the highway, and finally checking in to the hotel. This heat wave is
short-lived, but for a few hours it was nice to glimpse summer. Actually, once
the racing starts tomorrow, summerlike weather is exactly what we don’t want
for our athletes. Here’s hoping for good weather and good racing in Raleigh.
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