New Year's Running Resolution...

"Listen to your body. Do not be a blind and deaf tenant." Dr. George Sheehan

Well another year has gone and another year is amongst us. What are some new years resolutions in running that I would like to uphold? Well resolutions are more like goals, which can run along the same lines as target points or in less pressured situations you can call this aiming or objective.

But first, here is a recap of the year:

  • I PR'ed in about say 5-8 races this year in various distances, very productive.

  • 5 marathons (3 marathons in 6 weeks) very tired...never do that again...

  • BOSTON qualified: 3 times!!!

  • Best Marathon: 3:00:45
Had on my watch clock about: (this will change, not all added up yet in December...)

      • 348 different exercise (1st 6: 172 - last 6: 161)
      • 251.21 (hours/min) (1st 6: 116 - last 6: 131)
      • 1,759 Miles (1st 6: 816 miles - last 6: 916 miles)
      • 136, 001 Calories burned


  • Marathon: Well, where else can I go other than at a lower time…Knocking off the 45 seconds, while still taking pictures during a marathon and allowing myself to be called: A sub 3 marathon runner.

  • Half-Marathon: Ok, if I can come really close to my PR in my half marathon time during a marathon, I think this time can slowly go down…but which race? All are pretty tough due to the weather, course, or just plain not taking it for serious.

  • 10 Mile: Ok…all of my other races my PR times are lower than a sub 7…so why not in the 10 miles? Not a whole lot of chances to do that in my running race schedule to beat my time…so I’ll go for a sub 7 average in a 10 mile race…The Broad Street 10 Miler (although I plan to do that with my friend)

  • The Mile: Ok…not in my running plans yet, although I’ll be thinking about breaking my time in the mile. I could not take part in it this year because of one of my marathons got in the way, although maybe this year will be the year!

A new change, where you may find a smarter, less stubborn Brian in the New Year’s? I don’t know (which means no…). We shall only see and find out. Training will be the same as always, I mean if it is going quite well then why fix it…I would like to get 100% better, but I don’t think that will happen anytime soon from New Year’s day till Boston…but who knows.

So, where will I be at during the start of the New Year? Where else other than….well I’ll give you one guess…ok….ready? Ok…Central Park, of course! Where else am I at all the time…especially in the next coming year! Anyways, it’s just fitting I guess that I will be taking part in the Emerald’s midnight run in Central Park. Well at least that is a new change that will be going on from recent years in the past…

Change is good, if you don’t live without change, your day get’s boring and everything becomes too easy. Learning something new each day is good as well…so that’s how I will be ringing in the new year’s…with a bit of change!


Follow that bouncy ball..

"Second place is not a defeat. It is a stimulation to get better. It makes you even more determined." Carlos Lopes, Portugal

Awaking of a Saturday morning with the skies still dark and gloomy, getting up to run in the morning takes a little coordination from running mates, JG and JM. We planned to meet at the Starbucks on East 15th Street in Union Square at 8:30am. On my way toward the meeting place, leaving about 15 minutes before our run, I saw a bouncy ball on the side of the street. (you know those bouncy balls that you get from a 25 cents machine that you can get in solid colors or swirled) Well, me being me, I picked it up and start to play with it bouncing it up and down on the sidewalks. Throwing it against the wall and having it bounce back without JG even knowing since he was stretching, while awaiting for JM to come up from Brooklyn.

Not even like 2 minutes pass and JM was hustling past us…she said her hello’s and then we were whisked away along with her. She was tolling and at first, JG and I could not keep up.

We continued jogging up 5th avenue towards Central Park. We would zig-zag across crowds of people like a slalom skier. As the crowds got denser, I decided to take out the bouncy ball that I had found earlier that morning. I threw it up into the air and bounced right over a crack and darted forward. Went through the pedestrians awaiting for the red stop hand sign to turn to a white walking man. Darted across the street, hit the curb and into oncoming traffic…then I only knew, my new found toy of a bouncy ball would be over. It was a true goner, although I was not to follow my bouncy ball as we hurried on towards Central Park. When we entered Central Park, we were greeted by these large puddles of water on the side walks. We avoided these and made our ways toward 72nd street where the crowd had already formed and we introduced ourselves and started the group run.

We did a regular 6 mile group run with the group that started with a group and then finished with separated pace groups according to your own pace. That is the great thing about Saturday morning runs, the allowance to have another person to chat with and go at a leisurely pace. We passed many groups of Flyers: DG, LG, HM, DM and GC. As we ended our Saturday morning group runs for the year.

The rest of the day I would go on an adventure with JM through B, New York Running Company, meeting up with LH and scouring around Central Park and walking towards the NYRR headquarters, Jack Rabbits and Paragon Sports.


Feeling a little Polish today…

"Run slowly, run daily, drink moderately and don't eat like a pig." Dr. Ernest van Aaken

Waking up early for an irregular Friday morning run with the Monday night crew is unusual on a Friday morning. For those people whom did not have work today, we all met what seemed like opposite day…

Monday night crew meeting on a Friday
Meeting time at 8:30am instead of 7pm
Met on the East side instead of the West side

Same crew…wheew! I thought I was running with a different group!

Anyways, a few of us showed up. I only showed because I chose to have a day off on Friday instead of the following Monday. So, DG and JG headed across toward the East side bike path…as we chatted and saw the beautiful sun and beautiful weather we embraced the morning.

We met up with JM along the path as she was coming from Brooklyn and across the Brooklyn Bridge…so we kept in the direction of heading downtown and towards the Manhattan Bridge where our turn around point was. After that, we headed on home…

But home was not exactly home. Our destination was a little diner or restaurant called “Little Poland” which is on 2nd Avenue and 12th. I have always passed the small restaurant on my ways to the laundry mat and never stepped foot into the restaurant and all the other runs that I have done with this group in the early mornings on a holiday or special occasion, I have always bailed because I had always gone on the run, but never stayed for breakfast…

But this time I did and I was glad of it…As we stretched outside, we met up with JG and then headed inside

So what else do you get that’s Polish? Kielbasa or pirogues? Seriously, it was breakfast here, so I went with the Pirogues of course!


Christmas run…

"Channel your energy. Focus." Carl Lewis

So I wake up this morning calling all of my close relatives and family wishing them a Merry Christmas since after all this was the first Christmas alone and I was rather enjoying it. After the Midnight mass last night, I finally was in the Christmas mood and did some chores and sat back in bed starting to write some thank you cards. Christmas songs blaring from my laptop and writing Thank You cards for people whom have donated to my grandmother’s cause for Alzheimer’s and my various marathons…Sorry kids, it has been a while, but work has kept me busy and I wanted to thank each person.

Anyways, peanut butter or BS gave me a ring since he was not celebrating Christmas but rather the holiday where he was responding to my e-mail if he wanted to run in Central Park today. He acknowledged and were to meet up at noon. As I slowly got my things together and headed up 2nd Avenue, I noticed that it was a beautiful day, although no one was in the streets. Cars and taxi’s were pretty bare and people on the streets were carrying nothing less than presents all around. It was wonderful actually, and it got me into the Christmas spirit a little more. As I strolled toward 5th Avenue, I had no clue what was in store for me. I slipped past people along the ways, not too much traffic as a weekend, although it was crazy around St. Patrick’s Cathedral and Rockefeller Center/SAKS. As I danced around the pedestrians and quickly into Central Park, I was jolly once again to see the beautiful day and a whole bunch of runners out enjoying the beauty of running on a holiday.

As I passed 72nd Street transverse, I saw EA and Liz? They had been talking and I joined in, quickly said Merry Christmas and stood for a while to see what they were talking about. Then came along NC, whom I was surprised to see thinking she was with family and I was glad to see her out. We said goodbye to EA and Liz, NC and I strolled on up to the Engineers gate to meet up with BS, where we said goodbye to Liz and picked up BS.

So we did a loop, heard Christmas songs by the chipmunks of “Christmas, Christmas don’t be late…etc” around the skating rink area. We were bustling and I was surprised to see that BS was keeping up with the pace. I had felt bad because I didn’t anticipate seeing NC and I didn’t anticipate the fast pace that we were going at. Although, I knew BS could keep up, he had done it more than once before when we ran group runs during the summer time and ST and I would go quickly. He has that chameleon type of mentality when he runs, where he can adapt or try to adapt to the pace that you are running at…which is quite impressive!

So, BS stopped after 6 as NC and I rolled on for another 4…I had thought that I would be comfortable running 12’s today, but NC convinced me (which really is not that hard to do) to run more…so I stuck with it and ran a total of 18 today…opps! Made this one into a long run and well I guess I am back on track and not waiting for New Years for my training to begin…although in actuality, this was my long run for the week…so next run will be Friday morning anyways…

We stopped by to pay our respects for Ryan Shay as well...we read his sheet which was left by one of his family memebers we think and well here is what it looks like during Christmas. (pictures soon to follow)

Midnight Mass

Silent night, holy night
All is calm, all is bright
Round yon Virgin Mother and Child
Holy Infant so tender and mild
Sleep in heavenly peace
Sleep in heavenly peace...

As Christmas eve comes to a close, I decide to walk on over to St. George's Church on 17th and 2ndish...it is a Christian Cathedral. I love going to Midnight mass, there is something to it on this very day that when you go, you feel more spiritual, you feel more intuative to your spiritual side and well if there is one time where people do feel religious it should be around Christmas.

I'm not a religious person, although when they sang Noel, Noel...it was like stepping back in time. In my past, I use to sing and be in a chior. Hard to believe huh? Singing and running were the two things that i had done that I truly loved in high school. That was the balance between both and of course education. But it was nice to sing again and be spiritual at the same time.

Going to midnight mass also brought a little Christmas cheer to my own life. Since my family is for the first time not together this year: My parents are with my grandparents and they have to work on Christmas day since they own a Chinese/Japanese restaurant and my sister, she is finishing up her PhD program, where she chose to stay in South Carolina and finish up her PhD before her funds run out. SO I had decided to go back ot NYC and do some work on some finishing touches that I have to finish up on...So I shall be busy...BUT I had been not really in the Christmas spirit even though I had finished up sending out my Christmas cards, and buying a few gifts here and there, but say the least, Midnight mass has brought me in the more spiritual mood of Christmas...

No running, just life...and well...Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night...

See you on Christmas morning...


X-mas Eve Running...

"Nothing splendid has ever been achieved except by those who dared believe that something inside them was superior to circumstance." Bruce Barton

Well...today was a day that I had many things to do and wanted to just jog around the city to many destinations and enjoy the beautiful day. Of course it was sunny and a little bit chilly, but I had forgotten my sunglasses as the sun was glaring into my eyes as I had stepped out of my apartment.

My first destination: Express...(6th ave and 18th) = .75 miles

This stop was not a really huge stop, but I had known what I wanted, wanted to return something and it was basically a shop, grab and go on line to return and pay type of deal. Weird how men just don't shop, they just know what they are wanting to get a the store and just quickly grab and go type of shopping...Oh and as for what I was getting...SHIRTS of course for New Years, work and other attire...umm all in one of course!

My second destionation: Work. (8th ave and 13th) = .25 miles

this was a more sit down affair, where I had to quickly retreave my e-mails (since I was out on Friday) and wnated to empty whatever was in my inbox at work. Grab some items that I needed to "work" on personal stuff and keep me occupied for Christmas day and well chat with some co-workers that are actually working.

My third destionation: Lee Harris Pomeroy's Office = 1.5 miles

this was my first job and I had seen that a co-worker was online and I asked him if he was working. So I stopped by to say hello. See what they had been working on in the office and to see the Boss. Lee was an RPI graduate as well and well, it was good seeing him. Felt a little awkward in my running gear, but hey, i was out on a jog...and doing chores, so whatever!

My fourth destionation: Chinatown = .25 miles

So i had to do a little grocery shopping to buy some meats that I needed to make my Chirstmas dinner. Sheppards Pie! whahoo! I can't wait. So, did a little chinese shopping and got what I wanted to spend the day of Christmas in good Cheer!

My fifth destination: Home = 1.25 miles

So it was a good time coming back since I had the sun at my back and it was nice and warmer...but made a few stops in between as well to see some people, get a few more things for Christmas like ICE CREAM! (I don't know what it is, but I have been having this crazy urge for Ice Cream...so I deserve it...right? )

Anyways...TO all a good night and Merry Christmas!

We'll see if I decide to go to midnight mass at the Church near my apartment...interesting...very interesting...

oh...in all i guess, I ran like a good 3-4 miles. A good jog!


Night run...

"It is true that speed kills. In distance running, it kills anyone who does not have it." Brooks Johnson

So in all good things, I combine my chores with my runs...especially now a days since I am taking off for the month and really haven't felt that I need to run. Maybe I'm just a little burnt out, maybe it was all the many miles, maybe it's my legs telling me that I need to stop. Maybe it's just that I find that I don't need to run and need to get a life instead? hahaa...noooo...I have a life and running is some parts of it. But I'm not sad that I don't have a life other than running. Running is my peace of mind, my calm spot and I like that.

So, last night I just so happened to need to return something at Macy's. So why not, since they were open 24 hours till Christmas Eve, why not go and endure in the craziness of shoppers on a Sunday Night. Better off going then than on Christmas Eve sometime during the day.

So headed out of my apartment towards Herald Square and Macy's...Craziness! I had all my gear on, my reflecting stuff and actually it was rather warm...surpringly warm for a winter night. I even had to take off my sleaves and run in a T-shirt and pants...it was amazing!

Then, it started to pour...and pour...and I had to sprint to get myself out of the rain...wheew! I made an entrance into Macy's, but no one cared, since everyone was crazy shopping like no tomorrow.

So returned the items that I wanted to return, which took a while since after all it's close to Christmas. Did my time, and back home...totaling my mileage to being a measily: 3 miles...whahooo!

I felt so out of shape though...my body is slowly telling me to speed it up and get back into marathon shape once again...which needs to happen after the New Year!



Marathons will not Kill You

"No matter our age or condition, there are still untapped possibilities within us and new beauty waiting to be born." Dr. Dale Turner

After all the heckic-ness and chaos of all the failures and meltdowns and gruesome mishaps or unfortunate life ending marathons that had happened this year - Chicago, NYC, etc...

the 1:50,000 runners in a marathon can sleep easy with this article found in the NYtimes...

Study Shows Marathons Aren’t Likely to Kill You
Published: December 21, 2007

Worried about dropping dead if you run a marathon? Researchers in Canada say you can put your mind at ease. The risk of dying on a marathon course is twice as high if you drive it than if you run it, they find.

In fact, they conclude, marathons may actually save lives: more people would die in traffic accidents if the race course had not been closed to vehicles on marathon day. (Nor was there any spillover of extra deaths on alternative routes.) Their paper is being published Friday in The British Medical Journal.

“For each death in a marathon, two motor-vehicle crash deaths were averted,” said Dr. Donald A. Redelmeier, a professor of medicine at the University of Toronto and the lead author of the new study. “It’s riskier if you decide to drive your car around on a Sunday morning than if you go out and run.”

As might be expected, marathon directors were pleased.

“That’s a very positive piece of news,” said Guy Morse, executive director of the Boston Athletic Association, which organizes the Boston Marathon. He hastens to add that there have been very few deaths in that marathon — just two, in fact, since the 1970s.

Dr. Paul Thompson, a marathon runner and a cardiologist at Hartford Hospital who has studied the risk of having a heart attack or dying in a marathon, called the new study “a unique perspective,” and added, “It looks at deaths from a societal point of view.”

The researchers admit that they cannot prove marathons saved lives. They were comparing actual deaths during marathons to expected deaths from motor-vehicle accidents based on statistics. But they add that their data certainly raise the question of whether the risk of dying in a marathon is exaggerated.

Dr. Redelmeier, who has run a marathon, said he began his study out of annoyance with the enormous attention given to each death in a marathon — often even greater, he added, than the attention paid to the winner. When someone died in the Toronto Marathon, he said, there were immediate calls to close it down.

“It has a chilling effect,” he said, “and becomes one more excuse not to exercise.”

So he and his colleagues decided to examine data from 26 American marathons over 30 years. They included results from 3,292,268 runners on 750 race days and 14 million hours of running. For comparison, they also examined national data on traffic fatalities, estimating how many would be expected to occur in the area on marathon day and comparing that with the number that did occur.

Fewer than 1 in 100,000 people died while running a marathon, Dr. Redelmeier and his colleagues reported. The chance that a middle-aged man — the typical marathon fatality — would die while running a marathon was about the same as the chance a middle-aged man would suddenly die anyway.

Dr. Thompson, the Hartford cardiologist, said there was another way of making the comparison. He noted that middle-aged men who run marathons are not typical of men their age. He said their risk of dying while running a marathon, while low, was nonetheless about seven times their risk of dying at other times.

Dr. Redelmeier also said his results did not depend on the marathon — some, like the one in Boston, have rigorous entry criteria for most runners and so tend to have a fitter group of athletes. Some are run in the heat, others in the cold. On some the course is flat, and on others it is hilly. The death rate, on average, was the same low number.

The study also found that half the people who died in a marathon did so while running the last mile and almost no deaths occurred in the first 13 miles.

Dr. Redelmeier says he took his own results very seriously. He is not a fast runner, but when he ran a marathon in Lake Placid, in 4 hours 17 minutes, he deliberately kept his speed down in the last mile.

“I kept cool,” he said. “That takes a lot of self-control. I have this fragile male ego.”


Healing...my injuries...

"I thought about how many preconceived prejudices would crumble when I trotted right along for 26 miles." Bobbi Gibb

Another day off for my aching achilies, which I had ran 4 marathons with this year. I had started to first feel the pain or aching right before my Vermont Marathon, where I had thought I had gotten rid of it with NC help. Although, during the summer months, I had taken off from racing and light training and thought that my legs would heal by my fall marathons. It did not...the pain waking up to walk in the morning set a little twing in my step and I dealth with it. I may have been stubborn about it and maybe should have stopped and not have ran, but that's the runner's stubbornness that we all have.

Although I may have also a slight case of Plantar Fasciitis, I keep rolling my arch with a softball underneath my desk each day at the office while I do my work. But the funny part is that whenever I do run or like 2 weeks before my marathons, the pain is gone...maybe it's the hype? I feel great during all of my marathons though and it's just really scary, really lucky and well...I'm finally resting and healing. Or maybe I really love pain?

Also, on the other note: Today as I was walking to work, I had seen a Caucasian LADY TAXI DRIVER. Ok, not to sound sexist or racist in any way, but when do you see that combination at all in NYC? I mean the whole race thing by itself is hard to come by. Taxi drivers in NYC are mainly from the arabic/southeast asian discent, but to have a Caucasian...none of the less a women taxi driver...unheard of! It was quite a sight!


Holiday Cards...

"Coming off the last turn, my thoughts changed from 'One more try, one more try, one more try...' to 'I can win! I can win! I can win!" Billy Mills

So instead of running, I have been keeping myself busy not only holiday shopping, but also writing Christmas Cards to my dear friends. I write the longest insert, that many people know me for and well there is so many different people within my life that I love and adore, that I can't say to speak that you will get one....so to many that did not get a Christmas card this year...

"At Christmas (Or insert your own holiday) play and make good cheer, for Christmas comes but once a year."

This year has blown right by, as I find myself writing these holiday cards once again.
I wonder the times I shared with each and every one of you throughout the year.
To commemorate the great friendship and bond we have that’s so dear.
We laugh or cry, but all is the same,
We share one time together and not be so lame.
Because I love and cherish our precious time together is so dear.
To say again each and every year,
That I cherish the memory and times we share with a Christmas cheer!

Happy Holidays!


Austin Marathon going Green?

"There's no such thing as bad weather, just soft people." Bill Bowerman


Here are just a few of the ways we are making our marathon GREEN:
  • Keep Austin Beautiful & Austin Out House are working with us to recycle all cardboard and plastic bottles (water bottles and PowerAde bottles) on the course and at the expo

  • Austin Out House -will be using environmentally safe cleaning products in all their units and recycled toilet paper.

  • Solar Powered Generators Farmer’s Market at the Finish Line

  • 100% Organic Cotton Half Marathon Finisher’s T-shirt

  • Official race vehicles and trucks on race course will be using Bio Diesel fuel

  • Race cars & trucks will be discouraged to idle while working race day Commuter Offsets will be available for purchase online soon!

  • Composting & MORE!

Do what you can to help....carpool, recycle and help us Keep Austin Beautiful and our environment safe so that we can continue to run, walk and enjoy the outdoors!


Austin Marathon...

"Anyone can run 20 miles. It's the next six that count." Barry Magee

So I signed up for the Austin Marathon, got my flight ticket and am on my way even though I had been taking the December days off. I have been limiting myself to 2-3 days of running each week and not going much farther than 20-30 miles each week as a total...it's pretty strange going from 50+ miles each week to dropping off the earth and not running on the days that you have been running on. But here I come Austin...it's my pre-marathon before Boston.

The ways in which I pick my marathons is the closeness, the amount of people that I can crash couches on and well...just the fun factor. I decided on Austin because some people had done it before the Boston marathon and well I figured I needed a race before to get me in shape for Boston. This will be fun hopefully and well, we can say only time will tell. But I have never been to Texas before and I have shared my fair share in having fun, exploring the world and seeing the nation.

It's my in my itinerary for touring the US this year...what else is in stock?

The five:

Austin Marathon, Boston Marathon, Denver (Steamboat) Marathon, Hartford Marathon and NYC (once again).

Should be fun...just wait till you see my race schedule...


Ted Corbitt, a Pioneer in American Distance Running, Dies at 88

"The idea that you can't lose contact with the leaders has cut more throats than it has saved." Arthur Lydiard

To a pioneer in running, a person whom has set the bar in only what NYC runners dream about being. A super human in accomplishments on the track and off the track...We owe this tribute to the man whom started the New York Road Runners.

Published: December 13, 2007

Ted Corbitt, who began running as a child on his father’s cotton farm in South Carolina and virtually never stopped, becoming a pioneer of ultramarathon running in the United States, died Wednesday in Houston. He was 88 and lived in Manhattan.

Ted Corbitt, heading to England in 1962 for a race, once held American records in the marathon and the 100-mile run.

His death, at a hospital, was caused by respiratory complications, his son, Gary, said. In recent years, Corbitt was found to have prostate cancer and colon cancer, his son said.

When Corbitt was 55, bronchial asthma ended his elite running career but not his participation in ultramarathons. At 81, he walked 240 miles in a six-day race, with interludes for sleep. The next year, in the same race, he walked 303 miles.

In 1993, the year before he died, Fred Lebow, the founder of the
New York City Marathon, called Corbitt “the father of American distance running.”

By his own count, Corbitt ran 199 marathons and ultramarathons, which are typically races of 50 or 100 miles or 24 hours. (Marathons are 26 miles 385 yards.) He won 30 of those races and never dropped out of one until he was 75, he said. He trained by running as many as 200 miles a week. In his heyday, Corbitt — shy and slight at 5 feet 7 inches and 130 pounds — was a United States marathon champion and a member of the United States team at the 1952 Olympics in Helsinki, Finland, where he finished a disappointing 44th in the marathon.

At various times, Corbitt held American records in the marathon, the 100-mile run and the 25-, 40- and 50-kilometer events. He also won national American Athletic Union championships in several distance running events. His fastest time in a marathon was 2 hours 26 minutes 44 seconds.

In 1957, Corbitt helped found the Road Runners Club of America; he was later its president. He established guidelines to measure courses accurately for the thousands of nationally certified races. In 1958, he was a co-founder and the first president of the New York Road Runners Club. He was among the first five athletes inducted into the National Distance Running Hall of Fame in Utica, N.Y., in 1998.

Theodore Corbitt was born Jan. 31, 1919, in Dunbarton, S.C. “On the farm, I ran to the store, to the mailbox and to school,” he told Trishul Cherns in a 1988 interview that appears on the Web site UltraRunning Online.
After moving to Cincinnati, he ran competitively in high school and at the
University of Cincinnati in half-mile, one-mile and two-mile events. As a young black athlete, he also encountered racial barriers.
“The color line was drawn even in some of the meets in Cincinnati, so I could not participate in them,” he said in the 1988 interview. “In the Midwest, places like Illinois and Indiana, there were track meets, but I was a little reluctant to take part in them because I did not know what type of reception I would get and what problems I would have getting a place to stay and getting something to eat.”

After graduating from Cincinnati with a bachelor’s degree in education and serving in the Army in World War II, Corbitt moved to New York, where, as a night student, he earned a master’s in physical therapy at
New York University in 1950. He ran his first marathon, in Boston, in 1951.

In 1959, as the president of the New York Road Runners Club, Corbitt organized the first ultramarathon event in the United States, a 30-mile course through the Bronx and Queens and into Westchester County, said Gail Waesche Kislevitz, a coordinator for the New York Road Runners Foundation. Corbitt won that race, called the Cherry Tree, a forerunner of the New York City Marathon, and went on to organize many more.
Corbitt championed running for exercise long before it became popular in the United States. He never smoked, he said, and had only one drink in his life, a can of beer while in the Army.

His training regimens were legendary. For a time, he ran 200 miles or more a week, often in Van Cortlandt Park in the Bronx and Prospect Park in Brooklyn. He once ran the marathon distance every day for a month. He often ran a 31-mile loop around Manhattan in about 3:45. Sometimes he did two loops. He also trained with weights.

Corbitt was the chief physical therapist at the International Center for the Disabled on East 24th Street in Manhattan. Until 1973, he ran to work every day, sometimes making a 20- to 30-mile detour through Westchester.

He also taught physical therapy at Columbia and N.Y.U., wrote widely on athletics and physical therapy, and officiated at races. On at least one occasion, he ran connected to electrodes to study the effects of running on the body.

He retired from his job in 1993 but remained a full-time physical therapist into his 80s. His wife of 42 years, the former Ruth Butler, died in 1989. His son, Gary, of Jacksonville, Fla., is his only immediate survivor.
“The marathon demands patience and a willingness to stay with it,” Corbitt was quoted as saying in a 1998 book by Ms. Kislevitz, “First Marathons: Personal Encounters With the 26.2-Mile Monster.” “You must be willing to suffer and keep on suffering. Running is something you just do. You don’t need a goal. You don’t need a race. You don’t need the hype of a so-called fitness craze. All you need is a cheap pair of shoes and some time. The rest will follow.”

You Got a Shirt and Showed That You Care!

"Life is short... running makes it seem longer." Baron Hansen

The “Chicago Fun Run” shirt was a huge success. We sold out three printings of the shirt. $15,000 was raised for the Shieber’s Children Trust. We appreciate everyone who ordered a shirt and we hope you enjoy them. We also hope you enjoy knowing that you made a difference:

Ahhh....GOT WATER CHICAGO? hmm...a marathon as a fun run...really now, who runs a marathon for fun?



"It never gets easier, you just go faster." Greg LeMond

My bio for running in the NY Fly Secretary category...a little about me...

Running has always been a deep passion of mine. When I run, I feel as though the wind is whispering in my ear, the world around me is standing still, and my legs are the only thing that is moving. Running is the only thing that makes me feel calm and stress-free...

I have always been a sprinter in high school, although when entering the big stages of New York City I had to adjust and make a transition from a 100 meter dash to a LONG 3.1 miles (5K) and later to running marathons. Aside from running in high school, I have also been Secretary of my graduating class and taken part as Sports Editor for my school newspaper. Within my early college days, I took part as Alumni Chairman of my fraternity and produced a monthly newsletter for our alumni. Now, I am honored to be nominated for the Executive Board as Secretary where I will be producing monthly meeting reports and monthly newsletters to all of the NY Flyer community. I thank the opportunity and the trust that everyone has given me.

Over the past 2 years that I have joined the NY Flyers, I have gained experiences in learning how this team functions as a LARGE family. During my first year as a Flyer, I had only known Flyers through the races. Within the past year, I have gotten to know more Flyers though the various functions: being a regular at social events, volunteer events, and daily group runs in the newly downtown family and Central park weekday/end runs and various relay teams. (Yes, I do feel as though Central Park is my home away from home.) I have yet to get to know everyone, and there are many of you that I would graciously love the opportunity to meet.

As for articles, I hope to get prompt articles from many of the officers in a timely fashion. I hope to liven up the newspaper as much as I can (although the past secretaries have done an amazing job and will be a hard precedence to follow) I invite each and every Flyer out there to write an article depicting any of your experiences. Each person has a story, a passion, a race…and we want to read about it! I have included an incentive for writing this year…and here it goes:

If you write an article, your name will be placed in a pot. At the end of the year, one name will be drawn out of this pot. The winner will receive one year’s fully paid New York Flyers Speed workout for the year of 2009. Does that get you writing? What will be your chances?

I hope to serve on the Executive Board as effectively as possible and thank everyone for their support.
Any good? hahaa...well that's my story for all to know...


Not good...

"I eat whatever the guy who beat me in the last race ate." Alex Ratelle

OK…trying to go to work, eating questionable meat the night before and definitely feeling my stomach curl…yeah not fun. To save the whole saga story, out for the whole day, went to work for 30 minutes and felt like crap. In bed the whole day and having a fever of about 103 degrees…or more! I felt as though I was going to DIE! Well…thank god for Gatorade and a banana…those grateful running tools.

bad...bad choices...bad....


Been Nominated for Office...

"To a runner, a side stich is like a car alarm. It signifies something is wrong, but you ignore it until it goes away." Unknown

Well...I just got confirmation about how I have been nominated for a position on my running club. Whahoooo!! Secretary baby...running unopposed, so I got it!

Congratulations to you all for choosing to run for the New York Flyers executive board. We're very happy you all accepted. Below is a list of positions and the candidates. The next step is to send us a picture and a bio.

So get those pictures and bios ready - and let us know if you have any questions.

NOTE: I will post the pictures and bios as soon as I get them - and the 2007 Candidates page will be up very soon.

The final nominees are as follows:

Pres: RB vs. SS (a tight race here, this will be a round going 9 rounds)

Semi-final round:
JH vs GW (A title in the heavy weight position, both of these condenders battled it out last year...)

LG vs. JG (A rumble every weekend for a month during the Monday Night Crew...this should be interesting...)

Treasurer: DG (Unopposed, uncontended...just plain brainiac here!)

Secretary: BH (It's not like I'm racing anyone...seriously...even that I can lose!)

Member at Large:

DM, JM, AG ( JW dropped) close call between the battle of the bloggers, but a three way cat fight...this will be a battle that each of these ladies will be scathed at the end...

All of these MAL's are my friends...tough choice here, I may opt to not vote...


First Snow fall…

"Only think of two things - the gun and the tape. When you hear the one, just run like hell until you break the other." Sam Mussabini

So waking up this morning, looking out the window and what do I find? The very first snow fall of the year was last night. Oh it’s going to be a good day. As I woke up early to do my morning grocery shopping to beat the crowds into Trader Joe’s, I can see that my air conditioner has a few flurries, the way back from Trader Joes was flurrying and what better way to celebrate than to go for a jog in Central Park!!!

So, I throw on my tights, my winter gear, my book bag and my camera (of course). As I headed up 2nd avenue, my ears are nearly blown apart when a taxi driver goes over a street drain and somehow blows out its tire. Uh! My ears! I run towards Central Park, only to make a pit stop at Nike town to purchase some more winter gear.

Then a stroll around Central Park, I found that everyone was in the horse driven carriages. The road was still covered slightly with snow and only the ambitious runners were out and about running or at least enjoying the snow, because of the bitter cold. Some, like me, enjoy the first snowfall because of the slippery conditions, feeling as though you are gliding on the surface, or at least doing more work since your shoes are not gripping the ground too well. You got to be careful though, you may lose your footing, slip fall…anything can happen, so best to slow down and be cautious at times like these.

So, I take a few photos, snap some while running as well…do the lower loop to Columbus Circle and head downtown to do some ribbon shopping and to Chinatown. Ribbon shopping, yes, you will find out soon enough. Ahhh…how I love the first days of the snow falls…


Hot Chocolate 15K

"The clock isn't slower; you're just faster." Adidas

Although I didn’t run this race, I sure enjoyed it as I took pictures of my teammates for 2 hours, in the freezing cold none of the less. I got up at about the same time as all the runners did, about 30 minutes to an hour before the race started, which was at 9:30am…so say 8:30am. Good thing these winter races are later in the day, which gives you a bit of time to wake up and move into your daily grind of weekend activities.

As I headed out the door up to Central Park, I packed all my necessary gear:

Camera – with interchangeable lenses
Another long sleeved layer

Oh…and medals…the 15lbs of medals were for the Medals for Mettle program in which I was to give all my high school track medals to AK after the race. Although, this only brings one thing…weight training up to Central Park. So time to set sail and on I went up to Central Park.

Although along the way, I had definitely felt the difference between carrying nothing compared to carrying a 20lb sack and there was a huge difference. I was running about 8-9 minutes a mile with each step I took it was exhausting. I felt as though I was moving in slow motion. I mean I had done this route countless amounts of times and well I knew that I had my weights in the backs of me.

So I finally found my spot. Different than my usual spot because well I would be taking my running companions and a port-o-potty in the same snapshot…so I moved down towards the Boat house where I could still get a clear view of my running friends. As always I got up on one of those pier things and got ready.

As the front runners sprinted past me, I got ready to take some shots of my front runner teammates. As they passed me, I took shot at some of my other teammates who were very happy to see me. Some were astonished to find that I had not been running, some thought that I had already finished the race! Umm…sorry, I was not racing. I saw many NY Flyers out and it was great to see them as much as they were happy to see me.

After the race, I packed up to get to the finish line. To meet up with AK, but I found Runner26. She gave me her medals and then I couldn’t find AK anymore, so I had to trek back home with more weight training.

Oh wells…another day, another tomorrow…


Weight training…

"The only reason I would take up jogging is so that I could hear heavy breathing again." Erma Bombeck

I have done many weight training types of well things in my life, such as bringing groceries home from Chinatown (about 5 lbs) about 1 mile, bringing watermelons (15lb+) home from Chinatown again one mile, and well carrying many different things such as work clothes and what not to Central Park during group night runs. But carrying the medals for mettle program medals that I have earned from high school was one of the toughest…this surmounted to about 20-25lbs worth of medals that I have received…all on my back!

But boy…I had always remembered myself thinking I should do some kind of weight training back in high school with the parachute behind you as you sprint off and have wind resistance fight against you…bad idea on our track since the wind would have blown you away…The track was on a plateau so therefore wind was against you all the time.

Weights? Actual weights in your backpack…yeah that idea came around as well, but that is just the same as I am doing now…

I do have to give people caution when trying to incorporate this into your training…Your legs can only take so much at some time, your legs are use to your own weight and may be not use to the extra amounts of weight. Gradually increase and when you feel tired, STOP!


Looking back...

"Jogging is very beneficial. It's good for your legs and your feet. It's also very good for the ground. It makes it feel needed." Charles Schulz

As I lay at home thinking that I am thankful for running this year. I am lucky. I have my legs, I have nothing to primarily worry about and I am safe and free...So I went to my room, took out all of my medals that I had from high school...to give to the medals for mettle program...

Well the medals were for the Medals for Mettle program that my running organization is helping out with. This is where many of the runners give in their unwanted medals that they have no use for and give it to people with mental disabilities or other diseases. This gives them the feeling of them being total winners and the earned ability of what we had felt when we crossed the finish line and received our medals in any of our running events.

I had taken out all of my unused medals that I have earned on the track and they had been in a storage box in my room. Within a shoe box, the 15 lbs or more of medals that I had kept thinking that I would look back at the memories of these medals that I had earned from high school. Yes, they were precious in their own ways, although I believe that there was more of a use if these kids have them than what I had for them. I had kept the more precious ones such as the Loucks games, the Section and Westchester medals that I had earned, but all of the rest were given up. I felt as though these medals can use a better home than a shoe box and the people would appreciate them more than I have or ever will.

Although, little did I know that these medals will have a long journey with me throughout NYC...


The Second: Bedford Turkey Trot

"But to say that the race is the metaphor for the life is to miss the point. The race is everything. It obliterates whatever isn't racing. Life is the metaphor for the race." Donald Antrim

Turkey Trot Galore continues with the one today in Bedford Hills, this one was just a generic run called a turkey trot because it was so close to Thanksgiving. The reason I had done this one was to just meet up as a reunion with my high school friends (I would call them my closest friends and best friends) since we all did track together and we grew up from grade school all together, although we share a closer bond, even though we don’t see each other so often now a days. We are all older, but every time we see each other, it seems as though a day has not passed.

There is a saying, or maybe I’m just making it up, where true best friends seems that way, where you don’t have to be involved with a person’s life on a daily basis, where and when you meet up again, everything seems as though you had never left, as though a day has never passed by and as though nothing has changed since the day that you had left that person.

So I woke up to drive my sister at 4am in the morning to find that the weather was absolutely FREEZING! It was so cold, say mid 20 degrees, where the cold is actually bone chilling. So I drive my sister to the airport only thinking, “WOW, I so don’t want to do this race! Why am I doing this again?” I go back home and go back to sleep to find that I will be waking up again in an hour.

So I head on out to Bedford Hills and can see that the leaves have changed, it was beautiful to drive, although with my heat blasted and my butt warmers on, I clearly did not want to venture out to the race. As I got there early, I could see that only a few cars were there at the starting line. So, I decided to drive the course, a 5K course…come on now, it’s only a 5K. But I felt good, I felt as though I could at least come in contention with my age group. Although this was before I actually saw the course. As I had been preparing for the course all week, the elevation charts of how they described this course as being “the hardest 5 K course in the Westchester Region. This did not disappoint, I was well enthralled and worried about the race course…so I ended up meeting up with my friends at the finish, got my bib and left my car at the finish line and got on the chartered bus to the starting line.

Seeing my friends were a blast (BJ, TL, AD and KG were all there) Oh and so was BD, AD’s father whom ran with me in the Vermont Marathon. I was surprised that BD was taking this race so seriously and had been psyched to doing this race. We stretched inside this school which was warm, because outside was sooo cold and this were TL’s parents and boyfriend came to meet and greet us again. Ahh, it’s so nice to see the parents of my friends, which bring me back. So the start of the race was chilly, and yet again the race start was a net time start, places were according to which place you come in. So trying to gun for a good time, I knew that I had to start in the front, although I did not. I didn’t want to take this race too seriously and I started out with my High School friends. I told them that I would start with them, which I had done, but quickly after the start, I had been gone.

In the middle of the first mile, I kept thinking to myself, “Should I just stop and just run with my friends?” I slowed up a bit and then came to terms with myself that they really wanted me to do well and that they understood that I had been in good shape and had a chance, although at the same time I felt selfish…but stuck to my guns. During the race though I had felt as though my distance pod for my watch had been hitting my frozen toes…Uh, every step I took downhill, it clanked by frozen toes! My shoes were sort of loose as well and I could totally feel as though my shoe was going to fall off.

Wheew! As I reached the straight a-ways, I was almost there…finish strong. It’s only 3.1 miles, come on now, you had just done a marathon that was 26.2 miles. UH! That’s the problem, I had just done a freakin’ marathon and you expect my legs to go faster? HA! Anyways, I made a dash toward the end not really caring what place I came in. As I veered towards the finish line, I could see some old alumnus from my school. (Well I can’t really call them old, since I had graduated before them, but their whole family was distance runners and they won the freakin’ race!)

I ended up in 3rd in my age group not even knowing about it. Staying for the awards ceremony hoping that I would get a medal…incredible huh?

See more pictures here from my friend Amers...


Turkey Trots Galore – Be Thankful for Running

"All of my life I have always had the urge to do things better than anybody else." Babe Didrikson Zaharias
OK…so maybe Thanksgiving is one of my favorite running holidays. Well to come to it, I did 2…yes, TWO turkey trots. With different reasons of course and one was actually on Thanksgiving, the other will come this Saturday. The Rockland one I had decided to do with my sister, because hey, we don't see each other much and well...it's not like we haven't been to that many marathons this year...yeah...two...so we did see each other often...but still it was good to run with her.

The first:
16th Annual Rockland Road Runners Thanksgiving Day 5 Mile Turkey Trot
was surely early in the morning. Packet pick-up and shirt distribution was from 6:15-8, where the race began at 9am and the race course would run for a good 5 miler. After waking up early in the morning (this was my first turkey trot ever! And the usual sleep in for thanksgiving day had been ruined by waking up at 5:50 in the morning, I kept wondering to myself and saying to myself, “why do I do this? Why do I do these races?” But after I had already gotten up, I was ready to go. My father actually took us to the race (us being my sister and I, since we wanted to yet do another race together and know that it is fun.) my parents never went to see any of our marathons, so we thought it was a huge shocker that he was actually going to see us race, although not that huge since our parents were very big supporters when we played soccer when we were little.

We arrived at the Rockland Lake, where it was FOGGY! You literally could not see like 20 meters ahead of you. We got our vintage looking shirts, our bibs and our racing chips, then we rolled back to the car. It was somewhat cold, although looking back it was the per
fect running weathered day. As the race got started, my sister and I started together, I may have had a shot at earning a medal for the race, so I started up ahead. As I whizzed through and weaved in and out of the crowds, the first mile seemed very challenging. It was a great course, but the hill in the first mile really put the tempo of the race. By halfway at mile 3, I deemed done. All I could think about was just finishing the damn race. Although there was a certain karma to the race, it was like a mini marathon in some cases. They had bagpipers at mile 2, and an Elvis guy singing at mile 4 with a sign that says, “Elvis says, Happy Thanksgiving!” It was cute and well the race course was flat after the first few hills, so in essence it was a really nice 5 miler to do. I came within like a minute off of my PR time…which was great, since I did so many races.

The greatest feeling in the world though was when you were running in the dense fog, the sun shining and well the condensation of the fog, the sun and the combination of you running…The condensation had accumulated while you ran, the water droplets co
ndensed on your eye lashes and while you ran, you can see that these droplets were right at your eye…it was pure beauty. I had never gotten that before, almost in a rainstorm like effect, but this was pure grace and the sun while hitting your eyes…it was amazing!
Well…by the time that ended, it was time to head to my grandma’s, family and good eats…HAPPY THANKSGIVING!


A Monday (Wednesday) group run…

"I'm not interested in athletics, I'm only interested in achievement. Fix your goal and work for it." Percy Cerutty

With all the usual suspects from the Monday night group run (DG, JG and JM) we met up this morning because most of us were off from work. We (DG and JG) ran down towards the East side running path and ran down toward the Brooklyn bridge. There we met up with JM along the path although along the way we had seen an ambulance near the track. As we ran down at the slowest pace ever, since we all were coming back from the recovery stages of our marathons, the ambulance went blaring past us. JM was running up toward us seeing the ambulance first. As we met up with her, she told us that she had though one of us, particularly me, was in the ambulance.

It had been my first day back from running and running slow was the recovery stages to get all of my lactic acids out of my muscles. Repairing all of my micro tears and injuries from my past running because essentially I had been training and running so much throughout the year and it has finally come down to resting.

Thinking ahead, I had been thinking about my turkey trots: one with my sister and one with my high school friends as a reunion. It was good to get back into the saddle and just run at a slow pace. I welcomed that and I know that indeed I need rest. My legs have taken a huge toll and now are a better time than ever to let things be and let my body recuperate. Although it had been a leisure run, there were these African American gals that had tried to trip DG and it really upsetted us all once we had heard about it. These kids had no right to do that and really could have gotten someone hurt.

Uh! Kids! What am I? An adult, a person who cares so deeply? Yup, I’m glad that everyone was ok…I ended up going to work for an hour to tie things down with our client, while the crew had their morning breakfast rutual…

...but all in all...same old group...same old feeling...


The Runners High...

"Perhaps the single most important element in mastering the techniques and tactics of racing is experience. But once you have the fundamentals, acquiring the experience is a matter of time." Greg LeMond

Ok, there is a rumor going around that when a runner runs for about 20 miles (could be more or less…) they go insane and get a natural high. Now, if you have ever experienced this experience, say “eh?” (I would say I, but eh? Is a better response in a different tone…so…eh? Nay, eh?)

I would have to say that the natural high would be as equal to the smokin’ high when a person smokes marijuana, but what do I know about that? I have never smoked that before…HA! Ok ok…to tell you the truth, my parents found this out when I was watching a drug free commercial and when the commercial ends, they say, “Consult your kids, ask them if they had ever done any drugs?” So, my mother asked me…and what was I going t do? Lie to them? OK…I’m not such a good kid after all and that was the past. My mother actually wasn’t very surprised at all, she told me that she would be rather surprised if I hadn’t. Thanks Mom! She told me I was always the curious one and that my curiosity would drive me to do…I guess almost anything.

Well to get back on track… The runners high is sort of natural, lighter feeling where your head just get’s a little dizziness feeling, almost like being drunk. Your brain just doesn’t get enough oxygen and you feel all giddy inside. Some people lose feeling, some people feel nauseous, some people feel very weird because they have never felt that way before. But this is the best one yet, some get an uncontrolled feeling as though they are not in control of their body as though they are right next to their body. This feeling is like an “outer body” experience.

Your body just flows, moves with the motion and you really have no control. I have heard of runners high, but during the NYC marathon, this is a totally different experience that I had ever felt before. Maybe it was just because I had been tired, maybe I really didn’t get enough oxygen to my brain…maybe I’m just going insane…am I insane?

Well…I can truly say that after my Philly marathon as well, rounding up around 20 miles, got the same exact feeling and truthfully I didn’t believe that I could get this “out of the body” experience that some people had told me about. Although, truth be told…I felt as though I had been outside of my body. I felt as though each jot of my body, my body had left my physical body. My body had felt as though it was just moving on it’s own and my spirit was running along side of it. It was interesting. It was weird, but what did I care, my body was done! TIRED!

Anyways…I think I’m just a druggy of a runner…always getting high, scoring some miles just to get a daily dosage of running highness…I’m addicted…

…this addict needs to go to rehabilitation…
"I'd say, I gotta go to rehab, I say I no no no..." - Amy Winehouse


Flirting with a sub three...

"Any idiot can train himself into the ground; the trick is working in training to get gradually stronger." Keith Brantly

Can't exactly say that I am to be called a sub three hour elite marathon runner...yet! I had flirted with disaster and yet I was so close. I had no clue really, although I was almost there...Till then, I will just have to live up to my PR to being a 3:00:43 marathon time. Not too shabby at all...

Now to begin with the whole story...

So I wake up at my friends girlfriends place, LS...on her lovely comfortable couch...trying not to wake the two up since their hospitality was amazing. I follow the directions that they had given me the night before to the start of the race. I could see that other runners have been walking to the start as I had...and there are tons of runners viewing out of their cars awaiting to just get out and run! As I round the corner to the infamous museum in sight, you know where ROCKY had climbed the steps, looking for my number at the storage buses so I can return after I had stripped down to my race gear...I wander around to find some of my teammates. I had seen the newly married couple, DG and LG, whom had told me during group runs about this beautiful race. Although, I had been skeptical about the COLD and how that would effect my running. I rather have the heat than the cold, due to the warming of my muscles. I slowly strip down to my running clothes to actually get use to the weather, which was not too cold and wasn't what I had expected, which was rain. So, I finally leave DG and LG and wander my way to the port-o-potties, where I look through all my stuff and find that I had lost my gloves. I am wishing that DG or LG was still there so that maybe they would have found my gloves...So after the Port-o-potties, I go to the exact place where I had stripped down and met the G's...they had left! UH! Fortunately though, the person that had been there had put my gloves to the side and I went over to ask him if those gloves on the floor had been his. He told me that they were not and that he wished that the person whom lost the gloves would come back. I thanked him and told him that it was mine...BOY! In hind sight, I was so happy that I had found those gloves...because it was SO COLD during the race.

So I turn over to turn my baggages in, where I meet up with NC and her friend. Then I meet up with SS and DM a little later on where I take pictures of all of them. They are part of my many teammates whom made it out to run and cheer either the full or half marathon. We make our way to the starting line where their are tons of people, but make my way almost to about 50 meters away from the starting line. OK...7 o'clock, the race is suppose to start...as the wheelchairs were off, the announcer then again to countdown the race start...it was cold, and all I wanted to do is just START RUNNING!

Finally, the gun went off and off we went. The wind blew and the race was on...it seemed as though it has gotten colder as the race went on. We winded our ways around the old parts of Philly first, passing the Philly Mint, passing Independance Hall from a far, and winding our ways to the long stretch of road. The weather was cloudy and I seemed to have a hard time fussing with my camera going into and out of my side pocket thing. I had major issues. As my game plan was to keep a consistant pace and a pretty fast pace. I was rolling though and had met up eventually with a pack that was running sub 3's. UH! Ok...just keep with them and I'll make my mark. I felt good and by mile 6 I could see a bunch of my teammates out there on the course, DL, DM, both EA's. As I rounded the various hills that came about on this course, thinking in my mind, I THOUGH THIS COURSE WAS SUPPOSE TO BE FLAT! it was moderately flat, but not as flat as Chicago though. The first half of the course was very fast. I clocked in my half marathon at 1:28_that was close to my PR pace and I knew that I was going way too fast. I had to keep it up though, knowing that I would only die at the end. I could feel my legs weaken and my mind set a little off. Boy, everything seemed like a blur right now. As I see the half marathon people end and their sign splitting the fulls from the halves. In my mind, I just wanted to swerve over and just end right then and there. I was done, but some how I ended up on the marathon course.

There were various signs on the course saying that this was the last hill on the course...LAST HILL...uh! NOT AT ALL! what are they saying...seriously...what trickery, I didn't like that at all, and maybe that was for the half marathon people, but it was really mean for the marathoners to look at that and say, wheew, flat surface from here on in. REALLY EVIL GUYS!
So great highlights of the race were really none. I sacrificed taking pictures for time, but really decided that at the half way mark and figured how much time I do put in from taking pictures throughout the course. I feel though that it's a good thing that I do this to remember what had happened during the race and I feel that people should share these moments with you. Or rather these moments should be shared with other people whom have never ran marathons before and get the great feeling of running a marathon. Anyways...There is more of that where that came from from choosing running over pictures and thats another blog entry...coming this week when I finally catch up!
So the half way mark was a hair pin turn around here we had started, and did i mention that my hands and fingers were frozen? Yes, it was COLD outside and a bit disturbing that I keep thinking to myself, why do I do these races in the cold? Why am I out here, where I choose to be out in the cold. On the other note, I find that I had tried to dose water on my head (thinking for some reason that I always do this and remembering Chicago and how scortching hot it was...and well...it was just the opposite) What was I thinking? It was SO COLD! My head almost broke into isicles with the wind blowing at me, my fingers frozen and me wanting to take pictures but could not...the fumbling of me and my gloves, my pouch and well...it just was not pretty. Therefor, I sacrificed pictures for a good time. Many people have been wondering about this day that I would do this, although I did decided to squeeze some pictures in...but rather blurry ones of the race.
So, we passed the rocky museum, and on to the last 10 miles of the race where it was in the park. Where you encounter another 3-4 hills and a hairpin turn at the half way mark. Meaning you see the finishers going to the end while you are on the other side wanting to turn around.
It was bad...I mean gloomy day, the park didn't seem that great (I bet on a nice sunny day it must be gorgeous, although it was windy and wet)...and by that point, my legs were done...at mile 16 I could feel the 2 previous marathons in 6 weeks sneak up on me...and the whole year of training catch up. I still pushed, although I could see that the pack ahead of me of sub 3 marathon runners had left me to fend off the wind on my own. I tried to catch up, knowing that it would be easier for them to block the wind and coast a little...but I was unable to catch up to their speed. I let them go and they slowly disappeared. I passed a station of "so called water station" where people were passing out beer...COLD BEER...etc...uh! I hated that. I had been detoxing for this race for 2 weeks and these guys are offering cold beer...it annoyed me...not that I couldn't have any, because I really didn't want any at the time, but that they could have been handing out water instead of cold beer.
As I make the hairpin turn around a town center to inch my way ever so closer to the finish line...I was thinking in my head more to finish and get this race done with. Not PRing, Not sub-3ing...and just getting it done, warm clothes and resting my legs. In my mind, I think that I have a PR in place and the Sub 3 was down the drains...I have slowed down, people were passing me and all I could do was just hang on and keep moving. I had remembered the experience that AK told me about where she had gotten this certain "runner's high" experience where you feel as though your body is on one side and your mind/aura is jotted out and running right next to you. I guess I had had an outerbody experience...but I had been pushing...keep going and keep my legs turning. I knew that I had slowed down, although I needed to just finish, END already...
By mile 24 and mile 25...I knew that I had to run sub 7:30's...I had to give it my all to still have a change to get a sub 3. I tried...tried and tried. As I pulled into the city center right before mile 26, I could see a bunch of my Flyer teammates and the Reservoir Dogs as well...they were cheering...but my face just told it all. I had nothing left. I gave it my all and I could hear EA, DL and DM all rooting for me...Pick it up a notch...turn the gears and shift...
At mile 26, I tried to turn it on, turn on my sprinting gears and go back to my very basics in running....BEING A SPRINTER. But by that time it was too late and I had no idea where the finish line had been...I tried to sprint it out...and with the effort and cheering that I had tried...
I could see that the time had already been at 3:00 in counting...I may have made it up with the net time, although I was too close to the starting line and wouldn't gain that much time in the end.
I had forgotten what I wanted to do at the very end, a fist pump in the air...trying to replicate my NYC marathon finish...but I had nothing left and just wanted to cross the finish line...I did decide to let someone take a picture of me at the finish...and then I could see JG and JM waving their hands in pure joy...they have been family to me, they knew what I wanted to do as for my goals this year and well...I had almost achieved it...and came awefully close to being a SUB THREE Marathoner...
I'll get there...I wanted to leave that goal for next year...(uh! so not!)


High Expectations…

"What a player does best, he should practice least. Practice is for problems." Duke Snider

There maybe a huge disadvantage about running fast. The times that you produce, the fan base that you may have, and certainly the expectations of doing well during a road race are some what intimidating.

I write this because I run for fun and not for other people, but I simply run for myself. There are certain times during the race where I think about most things such as my grandmother, my teammates and other things that maybe bothering me. But running is suppose to be a time where I think of nothing. Absolute balance of chi, karma of nothingness and I am an absolute free willed spirit.

Ok, I do lie; I do run for time. But who doesn’t. We all have that competitive spirit within us. I thrive on have certain goals that I could reach for. I have reached most of my goals this year and it would be kick ass to be an under 3 hour marathoner. I have yet to reach the pinnacle of what I want to accomplish as a runner…but rather really satisfied of what I have set out to do and that was to Boston Qualify. I have never done Boston before and still believe that I am a true rookie at marathon distance. There is much to learn and understand certain tactics, certain training, and just about everything.

So…on a flat course in Philly, if I do accomplish one more goal, then I will be reluctantly happy. If I don’t and run my best and hardest, then I’ll be happy. It’s the end of the road for this year on marathoning for me…I call it quits at 5 marathons and am simply happy about completing the Fall Four (Washington DC, Chicago, New York and Philly, all in that order). I have ran consistently and that is all I really could ask for from my legs. A marathon is tough. It is tough to be consistent. It is even tougher to get a personal record and I have learned that. The whole feeling of a marathon is just an accomplishment all together. It doesn’t matter about your time, it doesn’t matter about if you beat this person or that person. What matters most is that you competed it and that is quite the accomplishment all together. But of course, as runners we run against time and time is of the essence.

I know a teammate of mine that never tells other people that he/she is doing a marathon. He/she does not want people to find out and look at their times…if they run it for fun or for race…is that bad? I mean it’s only human nature for a person to ask about how you did…or rather runners mentality. Also when knowing the person’s usual time, they would wonder if you were injured or just had a bad day, but their concern is looked in a negative way…more on the lines of chastise than concern…too much politics in running.

Anyways, most of my teammates are predicting that I will break 3 this weekend. Most of them are sole advocators and my support group which I greatly appreciate…although there is some pressure involved with satisfying their plee! Hell, I want to satisfy my own plee as well…But I do thank them for always being my supporters and being interested in knowing how I did, the good lucks beforehand and Congrats at the end…

We’ll see if I can live up to their expectations…because I have lived up to my own already…


The Ryan Shay Foundation...

"To exercise at or near capacity is the best way I know of reaching a true introspective state. If you do it right, it can open all kinds of inner doors." Al Oerter

As a member of the running community of New York, a member of one of the largest local teams and a member of the NY Road Runners family, I have great pride in the NY running community. I feel as though the running community of our nation had given us a gift to allow the Olympic Marathon Trials to be held within the beautiful city of New York City. The weekend was such a demanding and eventful weekend, given the fact of the Men’s Olympic Trials with a star studded American Professional runners would be running in Central Park and one of the best known marathons in the world, The New York City marathon.

With the recent passing of Ryan Shay and the tragedy that is involved with it, any New York runners pass his memorial (a rock) on daily runs each day. We can all fund raise for his foundation, although many of us would feel more apart of his life and his tragic event if there was something we can pass by and see each time and honor him in a more New York style.

His death is predefined as the very same way of a very similar well known runner from Oregon, Steve Prefontaine or PRE. As each day passes, the shrine may be lost. His flowers will wilt and the rock which bares his name will be slowly brushed aside (by the rubble of winter snow, muddied dirt or forgotten amongst the years).

Although, if we do honor this rock and place a medallion of a plaque right next to the rock, the city of New York, the running clubs of New York and the NYRR will be define the cause. We will show the nation the certain respect and thanks for placing the great race within our city. We will show the nation that we respect our own highly elite runners and most importantly, we will show the family of Ryan Shay and his wife, Alicia Shay, that New York will always be another home to honor Ryan.

I pass by that memorial each time I am running. I stop, lay my head down to give my respects and move on. I do not know Ryan, although I am touched because I had been there when the whole tragedy had happened. I only wish that there is something more we can give to this family than just a rock on the side of the curb which bares his name. I feel the “work horse” that is described of him is not respected in just a rock with a scratched up etched name. I believe that every runner that travels through Central Park would respect and gain inspiration through this plaque piece that describes the “workhorse” that Ryan Shay had been as a true runner.

I hope we can offer some sort of plaque, which I feel that the running communities in NYC would fundraise for. The pride of NY running would come together to honor Ryan and hopefully we can all respect him and the nation in allowing us to see the Olympic Trials and unfortunate events of Ryan Shay.