After a really trying week for the Castelot-Ferreira family with the passing of Kevin, it was time to get my brother Andrew out of the house. Andrew was moving to Atlanta and my sister Marilyn, cousin Joey, and I drove with him down to Georgia. If the devil went down to Georgia like Charlie Daniels says, I am sure he wasn't coming from New Hampshire or he would have flown.
Andrew, co-founder of the Gold Jacket Tournament, devised hourly games for us to play to keep us entertained and awake. Amazingly, these games actually worked and the first nine hours flew by. However, the drive wasn't nine hours but nearly nineteen and we all wanted to actually have some time in Atlanta so we decided to go through the night. I am a better driver than passenger so after relinquishing the steering wheel for a three hour stint of my sister driving through a good portion of Virginia, I took back control of the wheel. Joey and I stayed up for the whole night getting into Atlanta around 6am on Saturday after leaving at noon on Friday.
A summary of what I ate during the drive:
3- foot long subs,
2- 32oz gatorade,
2- 16 oz red bulls,
2- 24 oz coffees,
1- 16 oz water,
2- 8 oz juice boxes,
1- bag of salt and vinegar chips,
1- 20 oz iced tea
When we got to Atlanta we immediately proceeded to IHOP where I ordered the 2-2-2 which includes two eggs, two pancakes and two sausages washed down with three refills of coffee. Suffice it to say, this was not going to be a training weekend.
|Kevin and Joey|
|Marilyn and Danny downing oysters on the half shell|
|The moving boy: Andrew|
Later I actually found out that his apartment is less than a quarter of a mile away from both the start and finish of the Atlanta marathon in October. Depending on how my summer goes, I may decide to forgo the Cape Cod Marathon and head down there.
After an incident with his futon breaking(possibly due to the weight of Danny's sprawling body), replacing it with a twin mini-futon, and having to have his apartment re-dry walled and painted while we were there, we were ready to head out and explore. We ended up finding this amazing seafood place less than a mile away from his place, drinking more than we should have, and sprinting all the way home in the pouring rain. A great way to start Andrew's time in Atlanta.
After breakfast the next morning and a brief drive to Stone Mountain, the largest exposed granite in the world, Joey, Marilyn and I started our drive home. After spotting Georgia's largest peach and flea market which as surprising as it may seem were not located at the same place.
|Georgia's Largest Flea Market|
|The World's Largest Peach!|
After reaching West Virginia, the snow subsided as did our motivation to continue to drive. We evenly split the driving from that point forward and made it back to NH around six in the morning. A few hours of sleep before Amber came home from her swim to wake me up for a run. Which was needed after several days of no exercise beside the 3/4 mile run home from the seafood place.
A fun weekend all in all, spending it with loved ones and helping Drew start a new chapter of his life.
Speaking of new chapters, the first chapter of this year's New England Grand Prix, DH Jones 10 Miler, was the following week. Amber and I spent the night before the race at her parents and we headed out for the race early enough so we could get a nice warm-up in. The weather was being persnickety so I was struggling on my decision what to wear. I had gotten from Amber an awesome pair of Zoot shorts that I really wanted to wear but the wind gusts and temperature hovering around freezing finally won me over and I opted for tights, or rather capris, or rather Amber's tights that she cut into capris, or rather Amber's tights she cut into capris and then discarded and I stealthily picked up and decided would be a good idea to wear in public. In public with photographers no less. Oh well the decisions we make equal the cameras we break.
I had planned on going out at my New Bedford Half Marathon pace thinking that this was three miles less so I should be able to maintain the same pace. At about three miles as I reached the halfway mark of the first real climb of the day, I realized that was not going to happen. Not sure if it was a reflection of my last few weeks of poor mileage(17 and 21) or just the hills but I really struggled throughout the majority of the race. Not the best race that I've run but I was pleased that I placed first for the Gate City Striders, unfortunately that was 86th place overall. Amber had a better day running a very solid race in her new Zoot racers after a hard training day on the bike-finishing an amazing 8th place overall at a New England Grand Prix race.
Up Next: Winter Wild at Sunapee then the Belmont Casino on Saturday then the World Snowshoe Championships in Quebec on March 11th.