We packed up the car Friday morning and delayed leaving so we would miss traffic in Atlanta. News flash . . . you don't miss traffic in Atlanta. 10 hours is a lot of time to entertain yourself when you are stuck in a car. So what did I do? I took a lot of naps. Lots of little naps.
I ate of lot of snacks. I read some of my book. I watched James sing and try to dance. And I took pictures. Check out the video I made for a complete summary of the drive.
We arrived to New Orleans somewhat sane and that kind of tired only driving all day can make you. We only had one down day before the race and while James wrote in his blog "We did the usual pre-race stuff that isn't worth writing about" , I would argue the re-race activities completely made the trip.
First off, James made me a waffle.
After we finished our pre-race workouts we took a little aerial and driving tour of the city.
We walked through Bourbon Street and the French Quarter through a mass of street performers and fortune tellers. I wanted to get my fortune read until I noticed a fortune teller with a bad case of meth mouth. Hmmmmm moving on . . . I skipped getting my fortune read and grabbed a plate full of beignets and a large chickory coffee in the traditional "Au Lait" style. Delicious.
And that little meal there completed my weekend.