World Record in the marathon

Markus Schreiber/Associated Press

BERLIN, Sept. 30 -- Cruising alone for the final seven miles on the Berlin city streets lined with damp, golden leaves Sunday morning, Haile Gebrselassie shattered the world record in the marathon by 29 seconds, securing a mark he has coveted since he was a teenager in Ethiopia.

Haile Gebrselassie of Ethiopia crossed the finish line to win the 34th Berlin Marathon, breaking the world record in 2 hours, 4 minutes and 26 seconds on Sunday in Berlin.

The rain and wind had stopped by 9 a.m. after a soggy three days, and, along with a flat course and five pacesetters flanking him, the conditions were ideal for Gebrselassie’s record run of 2 hours 4 minutes 26 seconds for the 26.2 miles.

It was 29 seconds faster than Paul Tergat’s previous world record on this same course in 2003. To the 34-year-old Gebrselassie, this world record, his 23rd in distances ranging from two miles to 5,000 meters to the marathon, this record was the most satisfying.

“Without question,” he said, grinning, “because it is the king of distance.”

Gebrselassie wore his laurel crown with regal familiarity Sunday, saluting the crowd at the finish line, hugging and thanking his pacemakers and high-fiving streams of runners as they finished an hour after he did.
Next came two important phone calls, a half-hour later at the finish line. The first was from his wife, Alem, who was crying back in Addis Ababa. The second was from his friend, Kenya’s Tergat. “I said to him, ‘Sorry, Paul, try next year,’” Gebrselassie said with a laugh.

Like his last race – the New York City half-marathon in August – Gebrselassie breezed to his victory with matter-of-fact perfection. He led from start to finish, helped by formidable marathoners like Rogers Rop who served as one of his pacemakers.

“I promised to run 2:03; that didn’t happen,” he said. “But it’s already a miracle now. I’m so happy just to think about it.”

With Abel Kirui of Kenya finishing second in 2:06:51, Gebrselassie’s only competition came from the clock.
As Gebrselassie repeated as champion (besting his 2:05:56 time of last year), his friend and neighbor, Gete Wami, defended her Berlin title by leading from start to finish and winning in 2:23:17. Irina Mikitenko of Germany finished far behind her in second, in 2:24:51.

This victory may have been eight minutes off world-record pace, but Wami had a different goal, establishing plenty of intrigue for a women’s duel in New York five weeks from now. Wami, 32, will attempt to win the New York City Marathon, hoping to capture the $500,000 prize for the first World Marathon Majors series that concludes on Nov. 4.

Wami moved into first place with 65 points, ahead of the two-time defending New York champion, Latvia’s Jelena Prokopcuka, who has 55 points. A victory in New York would give Wami 25 points; second place is worth 15 and third place is worth 10.

Wami acknowledged that she eased up the pace in the final seven miles. “Yes, I was thinking about New York,” she said. Running with a male pacemaker the entire distance had aided her victory, she said.

“Now I can prepare for New York,” she said.

In a way, both the men’s and women’s races in Berlin seemed almost like glorified time trials, with the runners taking advantage of the pacemakers to reach their goals. The slower New York City Marathon, with its bridges and hills, will not feature pacemakers for the first time this year as an experiment.

Still, Gebrselassie seems to run to his own metronome. Like Tergat four years ago, Gebrselassie ran the second half of the marathon faster than the first – this time in 61 minutes 57 seconds. He took off when all five pacemakers dropped off after 18.6 miles, sensing by about the 22-mile mark that the record was his.
He was not so confident Saturday, a blustery and wet day, when he had talked to his wife and told her he doubted he would get the record. But he slept well (his manager had to wake him at 6 a.m.), he put on shoes he usually uses for wet roads, and let the course unfold before him.

“When I start running, I was planning to run one day marathon,” he said, recalling that at age 15, he ran his first marathon in 2:48. “My dream has come true.”

What is left for him? He laughed off the joke of running a 100-kilometer race but turned serious as if seeing his next finish line already. “The Olympics,” he said.

Gebrselassie has two gold medals in the 10,000 meters, from 1996 and 2000. One mark still remains.

The Men’s Health Urbanatholon…Part 1

"If we can't have fun at least we can still suffer" Paul Pinzarrone

So running as may be, I took a break from running this weekend to take a break from just running in a race, no matter what mileage it is. It’s always good when you change things up and make things interesting. So a while back, I had decided to do this Urbanatholon with my Flyer teammate, BS. Although we were only missing one thing, we signed up for a co-ed relay race and was missing a female. We did everything, asked around to almost all the females that we knew that wasn’t injured or wasn’t training for a marathon, although without prevail we did not get a positive response. We finally referred to the online teammate finder in our last desperation of saving one of ourselves to doing two of the three legs. We finally found a female on there that was pretty perfect for what we had been looking for.

So we meet up on Friday night before the infamous, NY Fly Girl birthday party. We picked up our goodie bags and made sure that everyone will show up for the race that started at 7am in the morning. We checked each of the different obstacles that would be facing us the next morning where each leg would handle some kind of hurdle and one kind of other strength obstacle. So, leg 1: (Ali) was going to face these concrete hurdles (the one used for concrete traffic dividers) then went into her other obstacle which was to go through a tube (one of those sewage concrete tubes and then out again and back for some more concrete hurdles. This also included running 2.85 miles from the bandstand in Central Park to on of the piers along the west side highway. There she would hand off her chip to BS (leg 2) whom had to face 6’ high hurdles (5 of them) and had to climb over them, then he had to go through a scaffolding maze and on top of that, run a total of 3.5 miles along the west side...Then to me...


The History of the Bandana…

"If you want to win a race try the 100 meter. If you want to win an experience try the marathon." Emil Zatopek

Yes people, I do have hair! Many of my teammates from my weekly downtown group had seen me at my last group run coming late from work to our meeting place on 14th and 8th without my bandana on. They were astonished to see that I had not had my bandana on. Teammates that run with me now, only know me with running as a person wearing a head accessory, the bandana. Some may say that it brings out the natural colors in my eyes…no, only kidding.

Why do I wear it? The reasons doubt me, only for usefulness and of course a fashion accessory while running. It brings out the bad ass image of my other side, a toughness of biker dudes and machismo attitudes that part ways with my regular personality. No, only kidding…well sort of. The bandana is used to relieve sweat from dripping down my face and allowing me to see. Often the sweat comes down into my eyes and causes the salt to sting my eyes. I am also the type of person whom sweats a great deal, so the bandana allows a certain soakage to relieve me from the soakage factor.

The History behind it…Well as you can see in this picture, I started wearing the bandana from time to time during high school and it never grew on me. I had worn rubber bands to girl’s hair clips because of my (girl) friends always daring me to do things, which of course I took the dare. Although it was more of an intimidation thing in High school against other teams when we met up in meets. It was all a show me what you got game, where whom is bigger at one meet and who can talk or in this case dress the part and whom can back it up on the track. When I started running in the city, the bandana was more of a use for purpose than trademark. Of course, many of my teammates know me now for my bandana on my head, the bandana is mainly to serve a purpose. Although it’s quite funny when you are mainly known for your trademark bandana or head equipment.

As quoted from the webmaster of the NY Flyers:

“Brian Hsia (he of the fashionable headwear)"

Also, I’m psyched to say that the Flyers are adding to their apparel list, THE STRIKING BANDANA with the NY Flyer logo on it. SWEET! So psyched for that. I told the apparel coordinator that I would buy 10 of them.

Factual information on the bandana:
A bandanna or bandana (from the Hindi: बन्धन bandhana, "to tie") is a type of large, usually colorful, kerchief, usually worn on the head. Bandannas are frequently printed in a paisley pattern.
Bandannas are sometimes worn as a practical garment by:
1)Menial workers, such as farmhands, who wear them around the neck to wipe the sweat off their faces, and keep dust out of their collars.
2)wildland firefighters, who wear them over the mouth and nose to lessen inhalation of dust and fumes.
3)Dancers, who wear them over the skullcap during practice as a simple way of keeping hair and sweat out of their faces.


The History of Brian…

OK, so as a count down to the New York City Marathon, I thought it would be fun to have a weekly Friday blog that tells the history of me a little more. This gives people the chance to know about the quirks and past knowledge that runners and non-runners may not know about me. These days dating back to my cross-country and (winter/spring) track days in high school, where you can see similarities in some or differences in others…


Blood, sweat, but no tears…

"I'm going to beat my body up for a couple of months, and make it my slave." Josh Cox, 2:14 marathoner

Ok, so I’m not proud of it, but I can now say that I have joined the club. As the title says, Blood, Sweat, but no tears…what is the first thing that comes to mind for a runner with these words? Marathon time, yes, but not really. Training still but a marathon consists of tears as well. For some it will be at the end of pure triumph or just the finalization of agony. For me, I don’t cry…ok, yes I do in sappy movies and cute story lines, but what can I say, I’m a sap! I am a guy whom likes to get in touch with his emotional side. What is wrong with that?

OK…so now, have you guessed what the Oh BLOODY HELL! Sort of deal is. OK, you guessed long enough, I have joined the infamous, “oh god, look at his shirt!” Blood from your shirt with two dots…ok, yes, it’s the infamous Bloody Nipples…Sorry to say, but as I entered the subway and got into the subway, I looked down at my shirt and wow, there was two blood stains on my shirt. UH! How long have I been wearing this for was a thing that I had been worried about. Who had seen me in this? OH gosh!

I’m guessing with the moisture of last night and with the heat and humidity, the mixture of me running so much and the chaffing, well equals to the bloody nipples. It’s not something great to bolster about, I have never really noticed or really felt the hurting of blood penetrating my shirt, but now I can assimilate to all those people whom I had seen at the end of their races with bloody nipples on their shirts.

Boy…I quickly turned my shirt around in the subway car and didn’t care whom had seen me do this. Now though I looked as though I had two stab wounds running down my back and whomever will see this would think that I had been stabbed in the subway…so I quickly ran out of the subway and back to the office, where my work clothes had been stashed and I could finally change…Now that looked suspicious, a guy whom had blood blotches from his shirt on his back…running as fast as he could out of the subway…hmm…did I look suspicious or what?

Anyways…first time is a charm…well now I must wear Band-Aids. That or glide my whole body with the body glide stuff or Petroleum Jelly, vaseline. But there is no glory until you have blood, sweat and tears….

Oh and once entering the shower….all I can do was laugh…real hard, because it STUNG! BAD!


A team conversation…

Who said running was not a team sport? Running after all is very individualistic, that is true, you do your time, you do your pace, you train the way you want to train, although there is a different aspect of it that makes it all the better. Joining a running team adds a different world to your training, you life and even your existence. You learn a great deal of different things that you would not ordinarily learn about another teammate. Some run with a faster person to improve on speed, while others join the pack on a leisurely jog.

There is much more than joining a group than just running. You learn about a person’s life, what they do, what makes them tick and well, sometimes even about their so called life and intimate things. Sometimes, too much information, but always the right dosage because you are running and have no where else to go to and besides it keeps you occupied rather than hearing deep breathing or hard soles of a foot hitting the pavement.
You talk about what you are going to be doing this weekend and any kind of upcoming runs that you maybe thinking about. You may talk about your social life or whom you will be meeting up with or just the pain old weather. It’s marvelous! Your teammates are willing to listen and talk to you about these things. It’s amazing what a runner will withstand and how we always listen to each other.

As one of my own teammate, SR had put it best when talking about training for the marathon with another teammate, Tini, that she had only knew for about a year. She told another none running friend about how her and Tini are best friends now that they had trained and ran the marathon together and the non-running friend was like who is that so? It is possible, when you train together you talk about some of the most intimate things, some of the most obscene things, some of your daily life activities, some work related stuff and well just about anything your mind is thinking at the moment. Runners share well, just about anything you really can think about on their runs and when you are training for a marathon together, the training runs that last for about 3 hours long will reveal what you had done that following whole week. If you run a marathon together even, well…that is an extra bonus in SR and Tini’s case, where you can see the greatest emotions of a person’s life. The serious side, the emotional: from pure joy to pure pain (hell and back) to such exuberance when finishing.

In all, a teammate is not just a teammate that you count on when going to races to socialize with you, a teammate are those whom are there for you that know you really from the year(s) or rather week(s)/day(s) of training together. You form a family and a brother(sister)hood that you will never gain when training alone.


The difference is night and day…

"The start of a World Cross Country event is like riding a horse in the middle of a buffalo stampede. It's a thrill if you keep up, but one slip and you're nothing but hoof prints." Ed Eyestone

There is a saying that opposites are like night and day, black or white, and something that is over or under. Well, the difference of waking up early and getting out of work late is no different either. Both episodes you tend to be running in darkness, one you just missed the sun going down and other you are enabling seeing the beautiful sky getting lit up. The magical part about waking up early is that you are pretty much done before the day had even begun, one thing to cross off that day of yours and you can do anything you want for the rest of the day. The bad thing is that you have nothing else planned after you get out of work or you just can’t get up in the morning. It’s a struggle to get out of bed in the morning, thinking in your mind that it’s such a comfortable bed, and all you want to do is just go back to sleep…etc.

In the end it’s all bad! You have to just get up and go. See that’s the hard part there, you have to get up out of bed. Once you do that, your all set, that’s step one. Step two is getting out of the door. The rest is just a piece of cake.

The seasons in which you run matters as well, when the sun is up at 6am in the morning during the summer, it’s not so hard to get up. In the cold, winter months of darkness, the mind just yields to acknowledge you wanting to get up and wonders why your body is getting out. BUT once you are out of your apartment…that is truly the hard part in getting a good run.

The running, well that all is an extra bonus…there is no right or wrong after that.


NY Times

"If you feel like eating, eat. Let your body tell you what it wants." Joan Benoit Samuelson

There are more and more running articles from the NY Times that endures running...check this out.


King or Queen of Queens....Half...

"The will to win means nothing without the will to prepare." Juma Ikangaa

Waking up for any race in the morning is pretty tough, although this year for the Queens Half was even more difficult. As part of the 5 borough tour, half marathon grand prix series that the NYRR sets up each year, having done all 5 last year gave me a little edge on when to wake up for the race…especially if you are taking public transportation to the race. Last year was my first year doing all of these races, so I had woken up at 4:30am each time to get to the race by 8am. Although with today’s race they moved the race time to 7am in the morning, changing up the course as well. So that said…

Waking up at 4am in the morning was the toughest part of today…well not really. Going into this race of having the mentality of running an easy race or a race pace of 7:30 pace per mile was the goal. So, leaving my apartment by 4:30am meeting up with one of my Thursday morning running friends, LH at Grand Central, we head onto the 7 express (local) to Flushing Queens to make it to the race by 6:30am. She had been freaking out since she hadn’t had her number and time chip yet, but I assured her that we were going to make it in time, which we did. As I warmed up, putting on my shoes and other battle equipment on, I slowly saw other teammates warming up and at the start as well. We all had different training schedules, all had different marathons and different techniques on how we wanted to race this particular race. As my running friend, GW, and I chatted before the race actually began, we spoke of how our marathon previews and training had been going and soon after, we were off.

So having the perception of running a 7:30 pace per mile, I was looking for some of my other teammates that usually do run that pace time for these races, CM and NC. Although I could not find them at the start and didn’t think they were racing due to maybe injury or choosing not to do the race. I had a different alternative. I chose to stick with a group that was charging somewhat at a good pace and saw another one of my teammates, JD. As he charged ahead, I let him go, knowing that his speed was way too superior to my own and especially a half marathon, I needed to conserve energy. So I picked a group which was moving, there was a particular gal that I had spotted and from the beginning, I had been thinking, OK, I’ll stick with her.

(Not to say the least in being sexist at all, I fully respect women runners and their speeds and she looked very strong and I had though that she was going to tire…boy was I wrong!)

That being said again, BOY, WAS I WRONG! Knowing fair well that I wanted to do a 7:30 pace per mile, in my head I was thinking, ok, I should slow down, but my stubbornness said to just stick with this gal the whole race. MAN! I HAD NO CLUE! Feeling my Achilles tweak a little, my legs a little sluggish at first, but feeling fine as I told myself, I trekked through the vast new course with rolling hills, sharp turns and ins and outs. The water stops I had struggled with today, grabbing water pouring it over my head and not getting it quite into my mouth, choking on water and having water go up my nose. It was a terrible day for water stops. Although, It was a gorgeous day to run, temperature couldn’t be any better and the course meandered through these amazing houses, under the Whitestone Bridge and what I can remember my legs felt a little worn out.
So as the course continued, my stubbornness kicked in more and more and the little person on my shoulder that told me to slow down to a 7:30 pace was gone. I was rolling. My only thought in my mind was to keep pace with this gal, she had been ahead of me the whole entire time and at one point at mile 10, I had her. I passed only to think, she had tired and I will go on. BOY, AGAIN WAS I WRONG! She was amazing, at one point during the race she came to my side, I spoke to her saying that she was really pacing very stabile and I was following her. She had thought that I was complaining about how she breathed, so she dove in back of me for a little while. Then she burst ahead of me and never really looked back. She even took off again at mile 12, increasing her speed and increasing the pace. Again, my stubbornness concluded to stick with her, never leave her side and in some cases, my only goal of the day was to beat her at the end. (Come on! I couldn’t let a gal beat me! – Ok…ONLY KIDDING, really!) But as the final miles concluded and the unexpected hill at mile 12.5 to conclude a rolling hill half marathon, I really had nothing else in the end of the race. I was surprised to find that we had picked the pace up at the end and was able to salvage a sub-1:30 half, where as I had let a guy pass me at the end, only battling at the .2 mile left to go a true race of sprints. He snubbed me by a little bit, but the gal, yes, she won by at least 10 meters ahead of me.

I thanked her at the end for a great pace, told her that I had been following her the whole entire time and for the entire race. She was surprised to hear that I was not bickering about her breathe, but for the pace that she had been going at. She proceeded to talk with me and another guy whom was in our running pace group as well about how she had never done a sub 1:30 and this was her personal best…Again, WHY DID I SEEM TO PICK HER? And WHAT WAS I THINKING?

As I slowly congratulated my teammates for finishing as they came in one at a time, I saw NC, CM, JW and GW finishing. And as more and more Flyers finished we gathered more in a group (PN, JT, LK, LH to name a few…) us and another runner, Uptown Gal, whom I had been talking to her about her about her upcoming marathon in 2 weeks.

As I stretched in the green grass of McKarriens Park with JT, I noticed the time…wow, it was 10am. On any other given Sunday I would just be waking up right about now…but the only thing that was spoken of after that was just going home to take a nap.


Running Home…

"There ain't no shame looking at a good runner's back. Now, if the runner sucks, that's something else entirely..." The Rage, Training Tips Comeback

OK…So on my usual days in NYC I would go out on a run, run around Central Park and run back home…Running home is not so bad in the city because of the sidewalks and the close proximity of location. Although running in Westchester with no side walks, the trees, the cars and the paved road…well that’s the scenario of my Saturday morning…

With my parents visiting my sister in South Carolina this week, I had decided to go with co-workers to go apple picking up in Somers, near my home. My car was parked at my house and was unavailable to pick me up at the train station, so like any ordinary person would do…ok, I only kid you. The average person would not do this, and me being very crazy, ran home from the train station to my house. It wasn’t that far, just three miles up and down hills, and twists and turns.

So I started my trek home, straight out of the gates from the Metro North, I was off, my backpack with my dry clothes and hustling and bustling through the long stretch across the reservoir. I use to remember the days when my old track and field teammates would jump off the bridge into the reservoir. Those were good times.

So, as I continued to run, I see this other guy on the other side of the street running in my direction. He was going at a pretty good pace and I go besides him as we run on opposite sides of the street. Of course, I follow the proper running etiquette which is to run in front of the oncoming traffic. I always wondered about this because I guess when a driver does not see you, they can see the whites of your eyes as they hit you. This is far better than getting hit by behind, when they can just do a hit and run. Anyways, so one minute I see the guy on the other side of the street, the next minute I see him on my backside running behind me.

He causally says hello, asks me where I am going and says that I should pace him at my speed. I am like whoaa there buddy, I didn’t even know him. So I really didn’t mind him tagging along with me, I just thought it was just a strange friendly thing to do. He asked me if I always ran with my backpack on and if there was enough weights in there for me to be slowed down. I talked with him for a while and we talked about various races and he was comparing himself to me and how I ran everywhere. I guess there are people who do this. Anyways, he turned back soon enough going back where he had started and I continued on my way, back home. Knowing soon enough, that I would have to run back to the train station again.


Push on…

"Even if you fall flat on your face at least you are moving forward." Sue Luke

I recently read in a Runners World Magazine article which may inspire many during a run, “next time I am in this place I need to remember running and what it’s like to push on…It’s always hard until mile four, but when I get through that, I feel like I can go forever…”

It’s rather inspiring to say the least that the whole running mentality can change your life, your whole work ethic and even the way you may perceive things. You look at hard times and relinquish them with the hard times during running. A rough day at work may bring a harder training run which you are trying to out take your frustrations out on your run. This will help you in the long run. Even at your lowest point in your life you can look at that and say that you have endured more pain as if you were running a marathon at mile 22 or 24.

Running inspires many people on different levels, even if you are not a runner. You may know many people that are runner’s and may inspire people to run without even knowing about it. Life is funny in that way…

Although with the quote, if it was to me, I will change the mile marker from four to mile 6…because anything after six is just extra mileage.


How do you spell relief - TAPER.

"The woods are lovely dark and deep, but I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep, and miles to go before I sleep." Robert Frost

For all you marathoners out there, the monster weeks are behind you. You have spent weeks building your marathon engine. Now it's time to fine tune those engines and top them off with the fuel reserves you will need for marathon day. (of course, using only natural fuel reserves) Below is an articles that I hope will help with your marathon tapering questions:


The final weeks are the most important in any marathon-training program...Good luck and may the force be with you...


Say good bye to sweat...

"The start of a World Cross Country event is like riding a horse in the middle of a buffalo stampede. It's a thrill if you keep up, but one slip and you're nothing but hoof prints." Ed Eyestone

Sweat be gone…unlike many episodes this summer with the humidity that left people’s pants feeling like they had peed in their pants, fall is finally here and these last two days had proved it. The night running has definitely cooled considerably where the running temperatures are pretty much perfect to feel the cool breeze and not feel as though you had just jumped into the shower with all your clothes on. The feeling is quite nice, although it’s as though you can feel the chill of winter come so quickly and you know that it will. The bitterness of winter and the gloom that comes with it…one will only see the brave go out to run in the blistering cold. But we have 2-3 months before that…so enjoy the fall weather of changing leaves and the smell of musty fall lingering in the air.

On the other level, for all you people that listen to music while they run (I’m quite the exception) since I nearly killed myself forgetting that the West Site Highway had been there and nearly threw myself onto incoming traffic, listening to music…but other than that, I love to hear what is around me and love to listen to runners breath, foot steps can be annoying at times, but listening to everything around you. Sorry…but also this baby get’s incoming phone calls from Blue tooth technology…WIRELESS HEADPHONES!


18 days till Chicago Marathon…


Poll Question...

There was a poll question that stated:

"What is the most important to a Runners Performance?"

A) Genetics
B) Training
C) Efficiency
D) Performance


Shin Splints vs. Compartment Syndrome

So...after the LTR #2 on Saturday, I am unsure about how exactly we got onto the subject of Stress fractures, Shin Splints and Compartmnet Syndrome, but it seemed as though the two medically primed newly loved birds (haha! - ST and JH) have really gotten into this topic. So I promised them that I would write about it and well...after researching this, I still don't exactly know what is what...(yes, I copied all this information from Wikipedia...)

Shin splints is a general term used to refer to a painful condition in the shins. It is often caused by running or jumping, and may be very slow to heal.

Overused muscle
One cause is overused muscle, either an acute injury or DOMS (delayed-onset muscle soreness). The muscle pain is caused by any activity that involves running, jumping, and sometimes even swimming. An individual not accustomed to running may experience pain in the shin muscles the next day even after a single, short bout of intense running.

Inflammation of connective tissue
Shin pain may also be the result of inflammation of connective tissue such as periosteum (periostitis). The pain may be caused by a stress fracture in the bone or some other problem like osteosarcoma. Pain in the lower leg may also be referred from a distant area of the body, such as pressure on the sciatic nerve (sciatica) which lies in the posterior thigh.

Chronic Compartment Syndrome
A problem which can mimic anterior shin splints is chronic compartment syndrome (CCS). This is a serious problem which can lead to significant loss of function in the lower leg. CCS occurs when swelling within the indistensible anterior compartment of the leg reduces blood flow. This relative lack of blood, ischemia, can cause more swelling and generate a positive feedback loop. In severe cases the result can be acute compartment syndrome (ACS) which requires emergency surgery to prevent ischemic muscle necrosis, muscle death due to lack of blood.
Still I don't get what the difference is...one is a syndrome (which is caused by Shin Splints) one is what I think is the connective tissue (shin splints)...


I feel stupid…

Ok…not much running this weekend after the Long Training Run #2 and well decided to take a long needed break today due to just needed sleep. Oh, for all of you who have not read this New York Times Article, "Sleep After Hard Workouts? You Must Be Dreaming," it’s a good article about sleep.

So, I have been pondering about why I have not been in the group corrals for Chicago. I asked multiple people which choral they have been in and most have been in Open. I found out or must have totally forgot to submit my time form of the qualification proof sheet to the race directors…therefore, I’ll be starting with the back of the packs of 30, 000 people in Chicago. You can kiss my sub 3 hour good bye. I wasn’t truly ready for that anyways and we’ll just have to see what I come out with. I’ll be well satisfied if I BQ again or even PR would be a great race.

So this is why I feel stupid….Just gives me a more of a reason to do well in the next two marathons that I will be doing after this one: New York City and Philadelphia. Or I can take the wonderful route and just have fun with them all…of course you can expect pictures from all of them…

20 days till Chicago...


Long Training Run #2

"If you feel like eating, eat. Let your body tell you what it wants." Joan Benoit Samuelson

Marathon Time, can you smell it in the air?

Well, upon all fall marathons, the terrible 20 miler looms in the air for all: Chicago, New York City, Marine Corps…and if you are doing Philadelphia, then it may be your first 20 miler (if you are doing more than one). Again, my team, the New York Flyers, was pace leading the people whom signed up for this long training run for the second time. Again, the long training runs consist of 6, 11, 16 and 20 milers.

Waking up early in the morning (5am), I had heard the rain dripping outside my window. All I can be thinking was, “Oh, I’m so doing 11 miles if this rain continues” Go back to bed, wake up at 6am to only think, “why am I getting up so early?"

So, trying to get to Central Park a little before 7am, you would think that I would have learned from my first experience with being late on my first Long Training Run, although nope…never learned. I left my apartment by 6:30am, waited on the platform of the subway for about 10-15 minutes. The trash train had stopped on the express line and well…we were late! I say we because everyone from the 4, 5, & 6 trains were late for this “race”. I chatted with 2 other people whom were doing this training run, we chatted about various marathons ran previously, which marathon they were training for, etc. It’s the usual marathon talk.

Getting out of the subway, running toward the start of the long training runs, I can see that many of the groups were leaving…I was just wondering which pace times they were? As I approach, I see many of the NY Flyer group leaders, AK, BS, JT, and ES to name a few. I try to quickly lose my bag and get a bib number, but there was no bib number, I tried to just leave my bag over at the baggage, they told me to go to registration, registration tells me that they are closed and I run all over the place like a chicken with it’s head cut off. I finally leave my bag with the baggage and just tape my name to my bag, headed out to the other side of the 103rd street transverse to catch up to whichever pace team was in front of me. I saw that GW was leading the 9 minute pace team and then cut out at the reservoir to meet up with the 7:30 pace group head on.

Finally, I met up with them at the end of their Cat Hill run up, and I had already ran 2 miles and finished up with them and ended up where I had started, at 103rd street transverse.

I think out of all the NY Flyer events that we actually do within our club team, I appreciate this one the most. There is a sense of comradery amongst our team, each person is in charge of their own group, these groups are the running community and well, it is just a great pride of taking care of our community. I mean the women of our team get to be the pace leaders for the MORE marathon every year, but this was a chance for the guys to have the experience.

Although there is a great amount of exhaustion, leading a pace group is hard work, where you have to constantly look at how your pace is not increasing or decreasing to give the runners the feel of how well they are training and how well they will do with this pace for the actual race. You have to consistently yell out where the water stops are, notify if there are runners ahead of you (raising your hands on each side) and tell other runners to move aside for your group to run within the recreational lane.

This is tough because you really don’t want to be rude about it, but I there is the “shoot” where at the end of each loop, the NYRR string together these cones and shoot people into the finish at 103rd street transverse. Although when you have two groups going into the shoot, you have to scream out to tell these people ahead to move aside for the faster group to push ahead. The groups which I have always led have been the faster groups while going into these shoots, so I had to scream at people to move aside. I only scream because it IS NECESSARY because people can get extremely hurt. PLUS, you don’t want to risk any injury or get hurt during these training runs and all runners are the same and equal when it comes down to training. So I rather be “rude” or “loud” to tell people ahead to move aside, rather than have people squeeze or snake through “risking injury to both runners”…since I know that training is the whole battle of getting to the finish line within the marathon.

In all, the day was perfect to run a 20 miler, it sprinkled a little (no downpour) and it was relatively cold at the end. The mileage was done, 20 miles over and now, everyone can seem to say that they are tapering…well everyone except the Philadelphia marathoners. You get the sense of the warm welcomes and thanks from each and every person in your “group” and you feel good about yourself, as though you were helping them reach their goal.


Double shifts…

It may be called something else, although during marathon season, people do double shifts of workouts is pretty common. One during the early morning and one during the night…I do this sometimes during marathon season, although not all the time. This was an exception, helping out one of my friends JK run a morning run on our usual (well not that usual-due to her injury) run on the East side.

Waking up at 6am in the morning, looking outside and not seeing the sun, yup, it’s Fall time. Seeing the sun slightly peer out of the clouds, I quickly sprinted a mile (7’s pace) from my 14th Street apartment to 34th street, where she lived, exactly a mile. I was late again, like all mornings, leaving my apartment at 6:23 or 25…and getting there as quickly as possible, minus all the stops for lights and cars… We then did our usual leisurely pace, due to her getting back on track from her injury…so we ran for 3 miles and it was a good run for her, and I was just there for the ride. (I enjoy the feeling of helping people get into the spirit of running and well it’s amazing about the transformation of how some people go from not running in their entire lives, to being totally addicted to running) I then sprint back to my apartment making it back in time to shower and go straight to work.

The in between stuff, I don’t recollect somewhat, but the waking up early does have a toll on your body. So naturally, I take a nap at work during lunch time, a good power nap that I have perfected back in college. All I do need is a good 10 minutes and I’m refreshed.

After work on my usual Thursday night’s, I would run straight from work, up 8th avenue and enter the park at Columbus Circle, (sometimes I would challenge myself to go to the east side to 5th avenue and run up 5th Avenue with the challenge of veering and sifting through the tourist and business people getting out of work at the peak of rush hour.) But today was the regular route up 8th avenue, where I got yelled at by a stupid driver!! That is always fun! So from Columbus Circle or the other east side entrance, I would make it up to the Engineers Gate (89th Street) to meet up with the weekly Thursday night group runs, led by BS and long before injury, BCG. Then after doing a loop (6 miles) around Central Park with the group of Flyers, I would run back to the office or home.

Ending with yesterday’s double shift with 18 miles…Who does 18 miles in one day? Gosh, I was so beat and done when I got home from work. Never again on a weekday…only weekends will I do another long run.


Quotes, Stupid Drivers and half to whole marathons...

"The will to win means nothing if you haven't the will to prepare."

Juma Ikangaa, 1989 NYC Marathon winner

So here is a multi-thought blog entry. Well, recently I signed up for these 101 Kick-butt running quotes, and well I thought that since I am getting them, I will share them to everyone that reads my blogs as well. Because Sharing is Caring, ok, don’t like you that much…that was cheesy, but whatever.

On the second note: I got yelled at by a person who was in their car yesterday on the streets of NY. Can you believe that? I mean all I was doing was running up to Central Park on 8th Avenue from 14th Street. YES, on the streets, but I was on the bike lane…So there was one incident where she could have yelled at me: Where there was a car turning left, the bike lane is on the left and I went in-between the front car and her car and continued running. The car had to stop anyways because there were pedestrians passing and I had the right of way. So I had thought that she was honking at a biker or something…then she comes by…and I look at her, she looks at me and starts screaming. All I can think about is…”are you kidding me? Your yelling at me? What did I do wrong, I had the right of way and she couldn’t go anywhere anyways…” So she passes me and then I finally realize that she was yelling at me…She stops at a stop light and I catch up to her and pass her and was like…are you seriously yelling at me? You kidding me? Anyways, she got stuck later on by a road construction block and well I went whizzing by…STUPID DRIVERS!

Oh…yes, now here is the third thing…so, is there something wrong with wanting to do a marathon over a half a marathon because well…”it would be more worth the trip” if you were going to say, Las Vegas? I said this to some of my team members last night and well, it’s a rather sick thing to say, but the cost of going somewhere, the distance, the more worthwhile experience, the distance of the race, etc. Am I just sick?

The World Laughs with You...

Just as watching someone yawn can induce the behavior in yourself, recent evidence suggests that laughter is a social cue for mimicry. Hearing a laugh actually stimulates the brain region associated with facial movements. Mimicry plays an important role in social interaction. Cues like sneezing, laughing, crying and yawning may be ways of creating strong social bonds within a group. Well folks...this is why I smile a whole lot. This is why I laugh a whole lot. These are the reasons why the world goes round and round...


Medical Terminology…

OK…I had to do it. But running with two of my female flyers, NC and ST, I…I mean they had the most interesting conversation during my training loop in Central Park today. Ahh…What a sigh of relief. The greatnesses of running casually, talking and listening to a wonderful conversation…it was rather lovely.

Ok...ok…it wasn’t exactly the most leisurely of running paces, but it was a good talkative leisurely pace for us and a good work out at the same time. That’s what I love about these gals, they have excellent stories for me to laugh at and they run at a really quick pace, so I can get a good work out as well on my group runs.

NC and ST are both in the medical profession and well just don’t ask me exactly what they do, I get some sense of what they “do” during the runs, although if you asked me, I could tell you bits and pieces of their glitz and glam…or shall I say blood and cutting with scalpels or lifting rather large people…either/or. But listening to their conversations, rather intellectual really, is like listening to doctors who know exactly what they are talking about, but you as another person…know nothing of what they are talking about. They use all these medical terms such as the femoro-patellar joint or rather patella…but to a regular person it’s better known as the “kneecap", stuff like that. So these conversations go for the entire 6 mile loops around Central Park, which is rather really great cause it keeps me occupied, I laugh (even at times when I really don’t know what I’m laughing at) and well…it’s just fun to hear something’s that I normally wouldn’t hear in an everyday situation.

Good run ladies…


A Day of Remembrance…

As today marks the 6th year of the Massacre of Terror that struck our nation in the misery of the World Financial Twin Towers falling, it is a distant memory to many, but a larger whole for the families that gathered today at ground zero. Six years has passed and how long has it been for six years to pass and think nothing of it. New York City still has a huge gaping whole in the ground at Ground Zero where finally things are starting to take shape in recognizing a memorial and other towers to be built shortly. Still 6 years has passed and yet still a video tape of Osama Bin Ladin has reached ground, where the man is still alive. Yet still America is in the “war against terror” and has not chased after him nor have we pulled out our troops in Iraq. Hearing the words of the choir singing “bridge over troubled waters” makes me cry, to this day feeling the emotions of loved ones and hearing the bells that ring as each person who died during the tragedy. Peering our heads down to remember the fallen in any event: the fallen who passed away during the tragedy, the fallen who had first responded to the tragedy, the fallen who defend this country in Iraq who are trying to make things right, and the living. We forget how gracious our lives are at these times, although in time in need, we look at things a whole lot differently. We are vulnerable and think irrational thoughts, or do we? To this day, America is still vulnerable, but again we feel “safer.” That day, we gave up all of our freedoms that we had. We are not much better thinking what we have thought 6 years ago. We still have that macho attitude of how we place ourselves within the world. We go about our daily lives thinking nothing I the world can happen to us again. But for the first time on that day, we had gone though what many people in the world had gone through within their countries. We had gone through what Iraq is going through every single day.

A lasting tribute…

The usual Monday night (6 mile run) Westside run changed this past week due to a little mix. These mixes usually occur every first Monday of the month, where we usually go from 14th street on the West side to 14th street on the East side and end up at a bar. Although since Labor day was the past Monday and since Labor Day marks the end of summer, we wanted to change up the course a little. We, the usual suspects: JG, DG, SB, KK and LG, amongst others included: BS and NJ, decided to have a destination point of ICE CREAM! Actually, the real reason was because our fellow comrade, JM had to drop out of the group due to injury and drop out of the Chi-town Marathon. Furthermore, on our other previous first Monday group runs, we have always discussed about going over the Brooklyn Bridge.

Ok…so therefore, ice cream, Brooklyn bridge, 6-8 miles…all those mixed together = this run. We went from the west side of 14th street, down the west side highway (some did the piers to add on mileage) down and around Battery Park City and around the Staten Island Ferry. After that, headed up toward the east side toward South Street Seaport, but not quite, and turned onto Wall Street. Yes, we ran on the street of gold bricks…umm no. Turned onto Nassau, where you can peer at the sights of Ground Zero (which we should have included in the tour – stopped for a moment of silence) and across near the Major’s mansion, across the Brooklyn Bridge and ended in Brooklyn. The first route that we had picked was to go over the Brooklyn Bridge and end up at the Brooklyn Ice Cream Factory, but they are closed on Monday’s. So we met JM at the subway stop at the A-train and got ice cream at a local place – something…pig…

Ok…So we all ended up doing about 6.7 or 7.8 miles here or there, but the Brooklyn Bridge at night is BEAUTIFUL! And of course the final stoppage point of choosing if you are a runt, piglet, piggy or boar(?) – no one got the largest size…just watch out for the muddy pig.

***Identities Hidden due to me not asking yet...we shall see if the real picture comes out***


Ocean to Sound Relay…

After the Palisades run on Saturday, PN, CN and MH were looking for one more person to fill a wanted spot for the Ocean to Sound Relay on Long Island. It was funny that my Flyer team had been looking at this relay to do after the great success of the Need for Speed Relay, but chose not to do it. So taking on the adventure of doing this and seeing for future references for the NY Flyers to join and do this relay event, I allowed myself to join in the fun.

I had been bickering about waking up early in the morning and joined the team at the Cold Spring Harbor Station off of the Long Island Rail Road (LIRR) which had been my first time on the LIRR. The experience was just like traveling back home on the Metro North lines that depart from Grand Central. So I got to the train station early, which was the beginning of the leg that I was going to be doing. There had been several other runners already in place. Some from the faster teams out there, where these guys were serious about winning and have been in a complete rivalry with other Long Island teams for years…coming down to this event.

I had seen other runners dressed from run-away brides, shot gun weddings, snow white and the seven dwarfs, life guards, etc…that was the jist of all the hilarious fun and excitement that was involved. So my team came in at around 11:30 meanwhile I had been at the train station since 9:08. That’s a whole lot of teams passing by, but it was ok. I kept myself occupied. Talked to a few runners that were just about to do the same leg as I was going to do, so I found out how the course was laid out and how hilly it had been.

Finally my team arrived, gave me my bib number and told me to keep the shirt that I had on. They initially told me that they were going to get “I Love NY” shirts and we would wear that…well we did afterwards. But I kept on thinking…when was the last time I ever wore a cotton shirt while running? So…I asked my teammates how long is MH, whom I had met the day before and they told me about 10 minutes. I went over to the start, just in case and no more than 4 minutes later…she came. I was a bit baffled because the race person said her bib number wrong and I really didn’t recognize her…so I jumped the ropes and quickly got the baton after she had placed it over the black box. I was off, waving to my teammate PN, to alert him that I had left. My leg, 6.4 miles (felt a little longer due to the 20 miles I had done the day before) but it was a good distance. The day was slightly humid and hot and the sun just made it a little worse. My leg was uphill the first mile and then it was all good after that. After receiving water at mile 2 and 4, my teammates cheered me on as I passed them. I felt good, pacing myself at an even pace, quick and a good race pace…finished with a 43:08 at a 6:43 pace.

The scenery was beautiful, it was a great race and there was no pressure at all. It was a good day. Later I found out that amongst the 88 teams that had done the relay, our team had came up 10th (Top Ten!!) amongst the co-ed groups and I was luckily came in 7th overall in my 5th leg out of all the teams. I rocked!


Pain is overrated…

Considering that the Chicago Marathon is within 28 days now, the marks of my peak of my training has begun. The wear and tear that my body has gone through within the beginning of the spring has still lasted throughout the summer and will probably affect the lasting of the fall marathon series. I say series because it will indeed be a series of marathons that I will be a real test to my body. Ok, series meaning the big three ahead of me…Chicago, New York and Philadelphia…

So on with today…running in the traditional Palisades run that our Flyer TD usually puts together for the Fall marathon training. The mileage: 20 miles or whatever you would like to do: 18 or 12. The day started out early where we had to meet up at the beginning of the George Washington Bridge (GWB) which is at 179th street on the Westside. There were a whole lot of Flyers there (about 130 members of our team and friends) also were the Fred’s Team racers which shared the training session with us.

So as we started by putting in our baggage’s within a van and stretched, chatted for a while with fellow Flyers, then signed our names in and separated each of the runners according to distance and pace. So starting with the fast group, we headed out across the GWB and man was the view amazing, although looking down from the GWB was very scary since I am afraid of heights. As we went down toward the paved trail that was brilliantly planned out for us, 9 miles along side the Hudson River and HILLS! I was warned about this training run being very hilly, but really never expected the run to being this difficult. Thanks to all of the Flyers and volunteers that helped with the water stations and signing in people. This allowed a relief from the humidity, heat, a quench of thirst and a little rest during these rest stops occurring at 5, 10 & 15 miles along the course.

This was one of the toughest 20 milers that I have ever done in my whole marathon training EVER because of the HILLS and the pace that I was pushing since I wanted to try out my legs to push the pace. By the time I was over, pain was well over rated, although I still have not passed my marathon mental ness and physicality sense that surrounds the pain involved with that. Wheew! As I was done and over, I quickly went home to shower feeling that my face was encrusted with salt and sweat. I passed out afterwards exhausted from the run…



OK. There is a certain amount of respect that you have to give to the marathon. Yes, the race itself, the 26.2 miles, the grand daddy of running races, excluding all of the ultra’s. So what gives?

Well, after my very first marathon, I have assured myself not to drinking for a month. Let’s just say that I had friends in Washington DC and I have not seen them in a while and well after that moment, it was down hill from there. I was a total wreck the next day and was so bad that I couldn’t even eat breakfast or brunch for that matter...I was surprised that I did so well...

There is a certain gain from detoxify before a marathon. You gain a certain respect for yourself because you are actually giving something up. Sort of like Lent in the Catholicism(but I'm not religious), you feel empowerment over your body. All the guilty pleasures for 30 days, that you encompass. I mean at times you want to break this detoxifying period, because you just want to and really am torchering yourself, but most times you try to stick with the plan.

As I had stated once before, by grandfather had many good qualities within his life, although he had many bad properties as well. He was an alcoholic and I had mentioned that once before with my 12 steps of rehab for run-o-holics...but I find it very fitting to say that I drink socially and never got really into the big drinking phase in college. I was in a fraternity (I know right?) and I was probably the most sober one there...So...I learned to take peer pressure very seriously and never got pressured into doing anything.

So back to the races...Some people find that this is torcher, although it's a good kind of torcher. A good detox is important for your body to be cleansed and well free from anything that will deter you from gaining whatever time you need. If you are gunning for a certain goal, you need to take the precautions and detoxing helps....well getting enough sleep as well helps too. This doesn't mean that I won't be social...I just won't drink at bars...but the occasional Ginger Ale is the soda of choice to Boston Qualify I do say...

So...today marks for the first day of many...until the Chicago Marathon....29 days till today.


I want to dedicate this to the women in our sport. You've come a long way! And we are happy for it.

Some Statistics
As the table indicates the number of women participating in marathons has grown significantly over the past 26 years.

Gender and Age Group Breakdown
Women Men

1980 10.5% 89.5%
1995 26% 74%
2000 38% 62%
2005 41% 59%
2006 40% 60%
Running USA – RRIC Annual Marathon Report 2006 For more statistics.

History of Women & the Marathon
The first woman known to have run the marathon was Stamatis Rovithi, who ran the proposed Olympic course in March of 1896, a month before the first modern Olympics took place in Athens.
At the 1928 Olympic Games, (the first to include women's track and field events) three women collapsed during the 800-meter run. As a result, no races for women beyond 200 meters were run at the Olympics until 1960, when the 800-meter was restored to the program.
Women were barred from running in marathons because, it was said, a woman couldn't safely run that distance.
In January of 1980 the American College of Sports Medicine, issued a public statement that distance running posed no medical dangers "for the healthy, trained female athlete." The ACSM recommended that women should be allowed to compete at the same distances as men.
The first women's Olympic marathon took place in 1984 in Los Angeles, California. I remember watching it on TV. I was out of my seat cheering as Joan Benoit entered the stadium in LA. I had the chance to meet Joan a few years ago in Salt Lake. I told her how I had cheered for her and asked her what went through her mind as she entered the stadium. She told me "before I came into the stadium I could hear the cheering and I knew then that my life would never be the same".

Marathon Woman
Kathrine Switzer will always be best known as the woman who challenged the all-male tradition of the Boston Marathon and became the first woman to officially enter and run the event Switzer continues to inspire women everywhere.

So we solute you women, because we don't know what we (men) would do without you on the roads or training for the marathons...cause we just love your company...



With the yellow taxi cabbies taking a strike today and tomorrow in NYC, we question the theory of how honest people really are. We question the dealings of why these taxi drivers want to strike due to the GPS systems and credit card holders that best facilitate the consumer rather than the driver. You question about the scheming off of cash that these drivers take off the top and it clearly shows…whoever is striking now are dishonest and take in extra money. On the other note, I’m way too poor to take a taxi anywhere really in NYC, unless a lady friend is in high heals and in a fancy dress, then I would consider it. Although I don’t have a lady friend, nor do I dress up in a fancy dress…or wear high heals…so therefore, I either take the subway (even that I don’t do often), walk…or RUN.

Ok…so you can’t run everywhere in NYC right? Well…wrong actually. I have proven that you can run the circumference of NYC, not all in one sitting though (28 the first day and 7 the next…totaling NYC circumference to being 35 miles) But yes, it was quite an adventure and a challenge really to actually do it. Next up…run the entire length of Broadway, which Uptown Girl actually suggested tonight and gladly take up that challenge…now I just need to find a partner to do it with…any takers?

Now back to the whole taxi deal, I’m afraid that I am greatly dishonored by the facts of today and how taxi’s need to be dishonest. My grandfather was a taxi driver and he was basically was a very honest man…it just really disheartens me that there are taxi drivers out there that can get away with this system of being dishonest and maybe if I was in there shoes, I would understand that, but it’s great to know that when my grandfather had been a honest taxi driver. He would take people to their direct route of travel…not the long ways around to scheme people out of money. In some cases, I have heard, he even took some of the short cuts around. It’s great to know that he lived a decent life and lived an honest life. I am proud to have his genes in the better parts, and am learning from his mistakes in other parts (which you will find later on in the week…)

So, in my mind I can always run anywhere and everywhere, the bad thing about that is that I would be sweaty afterward. I would always test my limits by trying to beat cabs at a turn, race them across the street before they got the chance to race across the street when the green light hits and my red hand tells me not to go (but I choose not to listen).

Ahhh!...but at least, I look at this strike with pure optimism…at least there are fewer taxi’s to set their eyes in killing me when I race against them across the street!


Signing up for the Boston Marathon!

So...the first day of registration for the prestegious Boston Marathon...and it was my first! I'm a virgin on almost all the big marathons! Whahooo! ok...enough of that. So, I have been extremely excited since after all I had qualified with the ridiculous qualification time that they have set...uh! I hope to get into next years as well!
But, I found this strange or rather well...this race is the only one that actually sends you a note stating that, "oh we have to check your time and see if you will be qualified to get in..." rough! So...we shall even see if I get into the race with my qualifying time...

Thank you for submitting an entry to the 112th Boston Marathon. Upon verification of your qualifying time…Your submission ID# is


We appreciate your patience while your application is being processed. We may need to wait for official race results to verify your qualifying time, and this could delay the procedure. If we are unable to verify your time, we will contact you. You may search the "Entrants" database on the Boston Marathon web site beginning in October to confirm your acceptance into this year's field.

To qualify for the 112th Boston Marathon, athletes must meet the designated time standard that corresponds to their age group. Qualifying times must be run on or after September 23, 2006 at a certified marathon. S

Age/Group Men Women
18-34 3hrs 10min 3hrs 40min
35-39 3hrs 15min 3hrs 45min
40-44 3hrs 20min 3hrs 50min
45-49 3hrs 30min 4hrs 00min
50-54 3hrs 35min 4hrs 05min
55-59 3hrs 45min 4hrs 15min
60-64 4hrs 00min 4hrs 30min
65-69 4hrs 15min 4hrs 45min
70-74 4hrs 30min 5hrs 00min
75-79 4hrs 45min 5hrs 15min
80 and older 5hrs 00min 5hrs 30min

And George W will also keep his fingers crossed for me as well....well i'm not sure if that is a good thing or not...probably not...


White away, black again

With Labor Day signifying the last day of summer, many New Yorkers indulge in a huge wardrobe change from white to black…or do they? New Yorkers will never change; the black is always the black. The fashion, the bitchiness, the glamour, New York is New York.

It is as though we are the evil empire, the Darth Vader’s of the world…I mean really now, in baseball we are already known for that. The Yankees and Mr. George Steinbrenner are known as the evil empire.

What does the white signify anyways? Does it signify the light clothes in the summer that reflects against the hot, radiant heat? Does it mean the bright rays of summer that awaken the skies till 8pm only to see a sliver of the sunset pear around the city skyline? Or plain old goodness that everyone feels during the summer time?

Ahh…summer is over and what a beautiful summer it has been. Which only brings the goldenness of Fall. The breezy blown winds, the color changing in the trees and Marathons…26.2 of marathons…

Can you feel the training coming to a close? You can almost grasp the finish line race day ahead of you. The onsets of 20 milers are posted as DONE and you will slowly dwindle down in mileage, 18…16…14…10…8…6…4…WHAT? Seriously…4, what kind of a run was that? By this point in time, 4 miles seems like a shot in the breeze, a warm up…but never forget to dwindle…or shall we say descent, the magical word of.....(really, I'm at a word block...need that word...what is it??? anyone? anyone?)

Yes folks, it’s that time again when you know that the marathon season has begun. Once you hear those words coming out of a person’s mouth, it’s just around the corner…the final, the sprint, the finish line.


Umm…How old are you?

Ok…so age has been a HUGE issue in the last couple of weeks…not that it has been a problem, but the topic has just been brought up multiple amounts of times. I have found that with runners, the whole age issue is not so, how do you say, such a HOT or sinful topic, since most people can search for which age group you are in or search for your name and BOOM, there is your age and sex. Also, most people look rather younger than what their age actually is. (My guess and uptown girl, have discussed that runners have a whole lot less stress, which allows them to look younger…We also purify our bodies more: perspire, blood flow, heart beats, muscles worked on a daily cycle…)

Since I had joined the NY Flyers in 2006, I have always revered myself as being one of the younger guys on the team. Many of my Flyer friends have always teased me because of my age and I always take it to heart, in a good way of course.

So since BCG had a going away party, a group of my fellow flyer friends had been there. Since I had been the youngest again, the whole age issue came to play…so we proceeded to take the average age of whom had been there and the average age at the table was about 29-31 years…

Which brings us to Friday night, I among the millions and millions of people gunning for a dream in the Mega Millions jackpot of 330 million dollars had bought two tickets. The guy ask, “How old are you?...” My response, “Umm…your kidding right?” and answer, “26”. Then he proceeds to give me the ticket and I leave. Thinking in my head, “umm…do I look that young? What is the age for buying a lotto ticket in NY? Is it not 18? Do I not look 18 years of age?”

This was a first for me…I mean I have always been carded and mistaken for not being 21 years of age, but 18? Come on now…18! Well, maybe I should take that as a compliment huh?