Harvard Invitiational – 3/2
As narrated by Sean:
This morning, four brave men set out on a journey to race at Harvard University. After many hours driving, minutes racing, and protein bars eaten, we have returned with stories of many sights and experiences from our day.
We started off the morning with a slow and snowy trek to the Hertz on W 55th St. For our efforts, we got a pleasant surprise of an eleven person van for four! Brian, our steadfast driver, weathered the many snowy hours up to Harvard. Nick, Trey, and I all took our respective naps and in no time we made it to Cambridge, Massachusetts.
The Harvard facility was SO NICE. Nick ran the mile in 5:13 (36th), Trey ran the 400 in 57.1 (13th) and the 800 in 2:20 (29th). I ran the 800 in 2:04.8 (4th) and the two mile in 10:21 (15th). Brian cleared the snowy path to the Gordon Athletic Complex in about 4:30:00.
On our way back, we were on track (pun intended) for a four hour finish back to Columbia passing by Newton (Home of Midori and Zoe!!!). But we were delayed by a massive car accident that led to waiting for an hour and a half stand still and another fifteen minutes after missing the off ramp going backwards. We bonded through Connecticut and reached the New York State border at 10:30.
As we approached the Hertz at long last, we had just one more obstacle. It was after hours and the entrance gate was closed. As we looped around, we found no one on the first floor down and a warning of a $200 fine if we just our car out. We approached the second floor down and met the gatekeepers to our freedom. We returned the car and made our way to the subway and sprinted onto the uptown 1 train waiting for us on the track.
At midnight, we reached Columbia – a final time of 6:30:00-7:00:00 to get back. I tell today’s story to remind us that it’s about the journey, not the destination. Or, on Brian’s case, it was all about the journey.
Major thank you to Brian for being so kind as to drive us to and from Harvard and for giving me the Columbia singlet hand me down.
Sweet, sweet sundial.
Outside of New Jersey, you have to pump your own gas.