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Races, Races, Races
I've been busy the last few weeks or so; I've done a few races.
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On October 30, I ran the Marine Corps Marathon in Arlington, VA and
Washington D.C.
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On November 5, I ran the Beavertown Fall Classic 5K in my hometown.
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On November 6, I ran the New York City Marathon for the second time.
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On November 19, I ran the Knickerbocker 60K Ultramarathon in Central
Park.
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On December 3, I ran NJ Winter Trail Series Race #1 Half Marathon in
Wayne.
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On December 10, I ran the NYRR Jingle Bell Jog in Prospect Park.
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On January 7, I ran the Walt Disney World Half Marathon, part one of
Goofy's Race and a Half Challenge.
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On January 8, I ran the Walt Disney World Marathon, completing the
Goofy Challenge.
In 10 weeks I ran a 5K, a 6K, two Half Marathons, three Marathons,
and an Ultramarathon, plus a few training runs in there...
And last night Wii Fit called me a couch potato.
In defense of the game, I hadn't used it in 547 days, and I'm now 11
pounds heavier than when I had last used it. It has no way of knowing
that the vast majority of that weight gain was lean mass. It also has no
way of taking into account all that I've done outside the game.
Even with that in mind, it's still a little frustrating to be called a
couch potato after running a marathon and a half last weekend.
Each of these races were pretty special. I ran MCM alongside some fairly
awesome people; people who I consider to be among my closest friends. In
the Beavertown 5K, I somehow managed to take 12th overall and 5th in my
age group without really trying.
At NYC and then at the Knickerbocker, I ran with the friend who got me
started running in the first place. I credit him with saving my life,
and it was an honor and a pleasure to run with him.
The trail half was my first trail
race (not counting my time on the high school cross country team) and I
ran that with a friend I hadn't seen since our days on the high school
track & field team (she was a runner, I was thrower). We have both run
full marathons in less time than it took us to complete this half.
The Jingle Bell Jog was a fun race with bells and hot cocoa, and it was
the first time I ran alongside my friend and former physics TA. And
lastly, I ran the Goofy Challenge alongside another one of my close
friends and training partners.
These races were a lot of fun. Some of the courses were quite amazing
to see, and these races were opportunities to spend time with some
pretty awesome people.
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With the Goofy Challenge just 3 days away, I should be carb-loading. And
I am. And with each bite of my lunch I hate myself more. Every time I
eat, I feel fat. And every time I ingest anything that isn't ultra-lean
protein or high-fiber, I disgust myself. But I sit here, shoving food
down my gullet.
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Happy Birthday
Last night, as an end to my 30th birthday weekend, I went to see The
Birthday Massacre in Teaneck. The show was at the Mexicali Live which is
a rather small, intimate venue with full table service for dining, and a
bar with some really good microbrews on tap.
The first act was A Verbal Equinox. I thought they were pretty good,
especially considering they all seemed to be still in high school. Their
set was pretty tight, with mostly original songs and a My Chemical
Romance cover. Frankly, I think they did the MCR song just as well, if
not better, than MCR. They definitely had a good rhythm section.
The next band, who shall remain nameless, was described by some as
"Armenian Industrial." I thought the music was good, but I wished the
singer would just shut up. No singing, no talking to the crowd. Just.
Shut. Up. Their set would have been awesome as an instrumental.
During their set they had two "gothy cheerleaders" on stage. It turned
out that one of them was my friend's niece. Kinda random.
After their set, I ran into a couple of the kids from the first band and
talked to them a bit. I told them I liked what I heard and they thanked
me and gave me a CD-R labeled with sharpie containing their first
recorded single. Something about that is just awesome.
The Birthday Massacre was great. They played a good mix including songs
from every album.
If you care (or even if you don't), their set list follows:
- Pins and Needles
- Control
- Happy Birthday
- Forever
- Burn Away
- Shallow Grave
- Always
- Weekend
- Video kid
- Blue
- Looking Glass
- Lover's End
- In the Dark
- Horror Show
- Red Stars
-- Encore --
- Sleep Walking
- Midnight
They didn't play my favorite song, "Broken," but I was not disappointed in the
set at all. After they finished, Rainbow was on stage for a bit talking
with people from the crowd. I told him it was a great show and asked if
they'd be playing "Broken" at tonight's show with Dir En Grey. He said
it wouldn't be in the set, but he loves that song and they'd rehearse it
for their next tour.
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| A rather blurry picture of The Birthday Massacre from the show. |
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Updates!
I realized I haven't updated this section of my blog (that no one reads
anyway) in over a year. A lot has happened since then.
I sent my DeLorean (#6291) to DMC Houston to have the frame replaced.
(A quick note to anyone buying a DeLorean from a private owner: Have a
mechanic you trust get the car on a lift before you buy it). The
guys at DMC found a lot more wrong with the car that had been covered
up. After many conversations with Steve Wynne about the car, I decided
to cut my losses and sell it for parts. I tried to live the dream, and
it turned into a small nightmare.
It was then that Steve told me about a DeLorean they had just taken in
from an owner in Indiana. This DeLorean was a month older than mine
(built in October of 81) and had the grey interior and 5-speed manual
transmission just like mine. Everything was in great condition and it
only had about 9,900 miles on it. He offered me a trade-in value for my
car, far more than I thought it would be given its condition.
After some deliberation I decided if I didn't take it, I'd never have
the car and my childhood dream would be dead. I agreed to the trade-in
and then I began working with James Espy about all of the details of the
purchase. I continued working with Steve in regard to the work being
done on the car.
They replaced the leather on the seats. While the original leather was
not cracked, it was almost 30 years old and a bit dry. They replaced the
headliners and the radio, and performed a full maintenance on it. They
even took it to some local car shows.
When I took delivery of the car in early September, it had just over
10,000 miles on it.
After a year of owning the vehicle, I've put about 1000 miles on it. And
I've enjoyed every one of them.
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The Big 4: Metallica Setlist
- Creeping Death
- For Whom the Bell Tolls
- Fuel
- Ride the Lightning
- Fade to Black
- Cyanide
- All Nightmare Long
- Sad But True
- Welcome Home (Sanitarium)
- Orion
- One
- Master of Puppets
- Blackened
- Nothing Else Matters
- Enter Sandman
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- Overkill (with Megadeth, Anthrax, and Slayer)
- Battery
- Seek and Destroy
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It's not magic, it's C.
I love reading comments like
/* These defined magically in the linker script. */
I found that in the GNU Standard C Library implementation when GCC told me the
the variables to which the comment referred were undefined. I guess that linker
script isn't magic after all...
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25th Anniversary Lincoln Tunnel Challenge 5K
Yesterday the Giraffes ran the Lincoln Tunnel Challenge to benefit
Special Olympics New Jersey. It was the events 25th anniversary and the
Giraffes' third anniversary.
The weather was much nicer than the previous two years with far less
rain than last year and a much milder temperature than the 90+ degrees
of two years ago. In fact, the weather outside was ideal for running.
The weather inside the tunnel was a few degrees warmer, but still in
that ideal range.
Before the race, I met up with my friend Bobby. He's an athlete who
competes in the Special Olympics. We went to school together and were on
the Cross Country and Track & Field teams in high school. Back then, he
and I were almost always the last two runners to finish at the Cross
Country meets. The difference between us was that I was a quitter and he
never gave up.
That first time I ran this race in 2008, I failed to meet my goal 31:26.
When I saw Bobby after that race, it made me think back to Cross
Country. His determination to never quit was one of the influences that
kept me running after that day.
Back to this year's race...
After talking to Bobby, I met some other friends from my town who were
running (but decided not to register as Giraffes... grrr...). They, as
well as the other Giraffes, were running in the second wave at 8:45. It
was getting close to the start of the 8:00AM wave, so I parted ways with
them and took my place in the starting area. After the standard pre-race
speeches, including the announcement that this year's race raised almost
$180,000 for SONJ, the gun went off and the race began.
After a few seconds in the tunnel, my watch lost satellite reception and
continued using the footpod while searching for satellites. Because it
went back into the open sky search mode, I couldn't see any sort of
timing or pacing information on the display. I was running blind, so to
speak. Having set a PR of 19:08 in the 5K last month and a previous best
of 20:16 for this course, I was hoping to just break 20 minutes. The
Lincoln Tunnel is essentially a "V" shape with the second and fourth
quarters of the race being uphill.
During the second half I caught up to another runner I had seen in
Weehawken prior to the start of the race. As I approached, he sped up. I
said to him, "You're going to make me work for this, aren't you?"
He replied, "I don't like people passing me. And I'm trying to catch
that guy," gesturing to another runner about 50 feet ahead of us.
I said, "Okay" and started picking up the pace a bit, overtaking the
runner who had been in front of us. And I kept going. I started to feel
the lactic acid in my left calf. I decided to ignore it. The feeling
subsided. As I neared the end of the tunnel, I could hear the announcer
calling out the finishing times. I gave it everything I had left, and
cross the finish line.
I stopped my watch and saw my time at 18:57. I knew then there was the
possibility I had broken 19 minutes, but it would be close. I'd have to
wait for official results. But I was too excited, I had tell someone, so
I text'ed a few friends.
I reconnected with my friends from town and the other giraffes, and told
them all to kick ass and chew bubblegum. I watched as their heat started
and they all entered the tunnel. I went and picked up my blanket from
the registration table and tried to keep warm while I waited and watched
my friends finish. It brought a huge smile to my face to see each of
them, and especially Bobby, cross the line.
The Giraffes celebrated another race and another year with our
traditional post-race brunch. And the waiting continued...
The official results were posted late in the afternoon, while I was
helping a friend prepare for the flooding we're experiencing for the
second time in two months. A friend text'ed just before 5:00PM with
18.55
congrats
It was two seconds faster than I thought. It was 13 seconds faster than
my previous PR set only last month. I finally broke 19 minutes, and I
did it on the same course on which I ran my first race three years ago.
I took 16:56 off my time in those three years. I finished 9th in my age
group and 33rd overall, and for the seventh time in nine races this
year, I set a new PR.
Damn, it feels good.
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Acceptance, or lack thereof...
A few days ago I picked up some dumbbells that had been left out, they
were 40lbs each and I lifted them with one hand each. Three years ago
the most I could lift, with both arms combined and "lifting with the
legs," was 43lbs (the weight of my computer).
Last month, I ran a 5K in 19:08. Yesterday during a speed workout I ran
my two fastest 100m ever, 17.9 seconds and 17.87 seconds. Today I ran a
10K at a 6:24 pace, finishing in under 40 minutes. I've set a new PR in
every distance I've raced this year except the half marathon, and that
race I set a new record for myself on that particular course.
I've put lost 126 pounds of fat and gained 36 pounds of bone and muscle.
My body keeps getting stronger and faster.
And I still can't accept my body for what it is....
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Scotland 10K 2011
This morning I ran the NYRR Scotland 10K for the third year in a row.
The first time it was cold and raining, and I had food poisoning from
eating at the Macaroni Grill the night before. (The Giraffes had a team
dinner the night before and 40% of us got sick.) I ran that race at a
slower pace than the 15K race a few weeks prior.
Last year, the morning of the race was unseasonably hot and I was
dealing with an ITBS flare-up. I ran that one almost as slowly as the
previous year.
All of the other 10K's I've run were always sub-par compared to my 5K
and 15K times. I had never felt like I had a good 10K race. I always
felt like I let myself down; like I should be doing better.
Until today...
Today's Scotland 10K was the first time I had a good run at this
distance. When I set out this morning, my goal was a 6:56 pace, one
second per mile better than my PR. Central Park was a bit chilly at
about 52 degrees with an overcast sky.
My team made our plans for meeting afterward and we took our places in
the corrals. The gun went off and I started running. As soon as I
crossed the starting line I decided I wanted to see how fast I could do
this, how fast I could run a 10K. I wanted to see if I could break 40.
So I ran fast and hard, watching my pace a little too closely at times.
After the first mile I was warm and debating whether or not to take off
the arm warmers. I decided to wait until later in the race, as one side
of the park is usually warmer than the other. At about 2.5 miles I had
a weird cramping feeling in the ball of my right foot, but within a few
hundred meters the high kicked in and the pain went away. At the halfway
point I knew I'd be close to a 40 minute finish if I kept up the pace.
I kept up the pace until the last mile, then I sped up. I was close to
the goal. I was going to make it or die trying. Well, probably not die.
More likely vomit or pull a muscle or re-injure the IT-band. But not one
of those problems happened. What did happen was I crossed the finish
line less than 40 minutes from the time I crossed the starting line.
For the first time, I had felt good during and after a 10K. I ran the
race I wanted and the race I needed. I accomplished what I set out to do
and it felt awesome.
The official results posted a few hours later put me at 39:46, a
6:24/mile pace. This is a faster pace than my current 5 mile and 4 mile
PRs. I ran at a 67.5% AG performance rating and finished 318 of 8491.
I'm pretty pleased with myself...
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WPLJ's NYC Half Marathon Themed Phone Scam
Yesterday Scott and Todd aired a phone scam related to the NYC Half
Marathon. It's available here
for now if you haven't heard it.
I was a little disappointed in the way the guy from the running store
responded. He struck me as the kind of guy that looks down on the
back-of-the-pack plodders. They're out there doing their best just like
the elites and everyone in between; they deserve respect too.
Other than that, it was a rather funny phone scam; one of the best I've
heard in a while.
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I wasn't born this way; I made myself.
I heard that Lady Gaga song on the radio the other day, you know the
one that sounds like the Madonna song, and it got me thinking. On the
surface it seems to contain a very positive message about accepting
yourself because you were "Born This Way." You were born like this, you
were made this way, there's nothing you can do about it so be happy with
it.
I disagree. Sure, when we're born we're stuck with the genetic
material passed on to us by our lineage. But we're more than that, what
we are, what we become, is so much more than how we were born. And this
made me think about the Incubus song, "Make Yourself." I find the
message of that song to be much more positive. While the song has an
overt "them vs. you" context, the general theme is one of taking
responsibility for yourself and what you become.
Was I born the way I am today? Judging from the direction my life took
in the first twenty-six years, and comparing it to the last three years,
the answer is no. I was born heavy, weighing in over nine pounds. I grew
into a heavy kid. I was always sad and lonely as a kid. I had few
friends. I rarely went outside. I never played sports. I watched a lot
of TV. I ate a lot. I got heavier. I got sadder. I got lonelier. But I
was born this way, right? I should have just accepted it, right?
While I was born heavy, I didn't have to stay that way. It was my own
choices that made me into the depressed, obese misanthrope I was.
Despite my claims that I was born that way, genetically predisposed to
those conditions, I really made myself that way.
And then I decided to change that. I took responsibility for my life. I
started exercising. I ran. I ate healthier. I lost weight. I had better
relationships with my friends. I started making new friends. I became
happier.
Just as I had made myself into what I was, I made myself into what I am
today. The key to this change was taking personal responsibility for
myself. No longer did I use the excuse of being born that way. I knew I
was like that because of my decisions and my actions. I knew through my
decisions and my actions I could change. And I did. I made myself.
"If you really want to live, why not try and make yourself?"
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Why does tomorrow have to be Monday?
Today I decided to be awesome. My friends decided to be awesome too. It
was awesome.
We packed up and drove down to Westfield and ran the CJRRC Hangover 5K.
It was supposed to be held January 1, but was rescheduled multiple times
due to the weather.
I ran a PR today finishing in 19:22. I was 4th in my age group and 15th
over all.
My friends ran the race too, all except one who has a broken toe.
Everyone was happy with their time and met their goals for the day,
ranging from sub-25 to "eh, taking it easy, seeing how it goes..."
After the race we went cycling. This was my first bike ride outside.
I've been working with an indoor trainer for the last few weeks and this
was the first time I had been on a bicycle, outside, actually moving, in
about 16 or 17 years. My friends have been cycling longer and more
recently than I have, so today's 17 mile ride was rather easy for them.
I was freaking out quite a bit, but they calmed me down, gave me
pointers, and just helped me out in general.
As we rode, I got more comfortable with the bike and I realized
comparing this bicycle to my last bicycle is like comparing my DeLorean
to my old Mercury Sable. It takes a while to get used to the
differences, but once you do it handles far better and offers more
control.
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Look How Far We've Come
Just under 3 years ago, I started training. That first 5K took about 53
minutes and change. My first race was the 2008 Lincoln Tunnel Challenge,
about 6 weeks after I first stepped on the treadmill. My time in that 5K
was 35:51, about 11:32 per mile.
Yesterday I ran the NYRR Gridiron 4 Mile. I finished in 25:47 (6:26
pace), a full ten minutes faster than that first 3.1 miles.
Last month, I ran the Fred Lebow Classic 5 Mile race in Central Park. I
finished that race in 33:09 (6:37 pace), over two minutes faster than
that first 5K race.
I hope this achievement will serve as a testament to the fact that with
determination and hard work, anything is possible.
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Duality
Given the infinitesimally small reader base of this weblog, and the fact
that most, if not all, of those readers know me personally, there's a
good chance that you know I've fairly recently gotten a pair of tattoos.
The first tattoo, on my right arm, is a "26.2" in a giraffe print. That
number, of course, is the distance of a Marathon in miles. Approximately
one tenth of one percent of the population has ever completed a
Marathon. I am one of those individuals and it is because of the
Giraffes, the running team my friends started and pulled me into, that I
was able to accomplish this feat.
The second tattoo, on my left arm, is a 6x8 grid of binary digits which
spell out my first initial and last name in ASCII. Beneath the binary
grid is a "v3.1" in a more stylized font. I was named after my father
who had been named after his father, making me the third, version 3.0 if
you will. In the last few years I've "upgraded." I'm smaller, faster,
stronger, kinder, more extroverted and more optimistic than I was, but I
am not an entirely new person. Hence v3.1.
There's more to the meaning of these tattoos than the explanations
above. They represent the duality of myself. One represents the
decidedly geeky nature that has been a part of me for almost my entire
life. The other represents a newer aspect of myself, the endurance
athlete.
It has been difficult for me to resolve these aspects. You were a nerd
or a jock. There was a perceived inherent conflict between the two. You
could be one or the other, not both. I was a nerd. I was never a jock.
Now I'm both.
And I can be both. There is no reason can't, because this is what I've
become; this is what I am.
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FreeBSD 6.4 EoL
As of yesterday, FreeBSD 6.4, and with it the entire 6.x branch, has
reached its End-of-Life. It's time to upgrade (or maybe upgrayedd, for a
double dose of something-or-other).
So herein lies the problems. Months (years?) ago, I attempted to upgrade
tak to FreeBSD 7.2. I plugged in a SATA disk into my workstation,
installed the OS, reconfigured all the daemons, services, and
functionalities tak has running, copied over a snapshot of all the data,
and then edited the fstab to match the device names as they'd exist on
tak.
I removed the IDE root disk and installed the new SATA disk and tak and
watched the kernel fail to find the root disk. Or the other SATA disk in
tak.
Based on the bug reports in the FreeBSD Gnats system, and various
conversations in the mailing list, it seems Asus, who made the
motherboard in tak, used a slightly non-standard SATA implementation on
this particular board. Between the 6.x and 7.x line, some work had been
done on the SATA drivers in FreeBSD and mad them more
standards-compliant (a good thing). This, however, broke SATA on this
Asus board.
Tak is about 6 years old now, and other than some over heating issues,
serves its purpose well. So do upgrade to FreeBSD 8.x on an IDE disk and
replace the other SATA disk with another ATA disk, or do I build a new,
lower-power, higher-performance system?
If anyone actually reads this, feel free to use the new comments feature
to give me feedback. I think it's working.
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Happy Thanksgiving
I'm thankful for my friends and the support structure they provide.
I'm thankful for my family. While they're not always supportive* they're
always accepting.
I'm thankful for my freedom, and the men and women protect that
freedom.
I'm thankful for running, and the years it's added to my life.
Every Thanksgiving old mike would consume 1350 calories worth of Cool
Ranch Doritos for breakfast before gorging at the traditional dinner.
I'm thankful old mike's dead.
*Running 50 miles in a weekend is not "running too much."
I felt the need to document all that I cooked today.
- regular stuffing
- stuffing with sausage
- cornbread stuffing (made from corbread I baked early in the
week)
- carrots with brown sugar, clove, nutmeg, and cinnamon (bake until
awesome)
- steamed broccoli
- asparagus sauteed with garlic and lemon juice
- baked sweet potatoes
- mashed sweet potatoes
- smashed potatoes
- zucchini with pancetta, garlic, and onion
- beer bread (oatmeal stout)
- stuffed mushrooms
- baked macaroni and cheese
- mashed turnips
- sauteed mushrooms
- cheese lasagna
- meat lasagna
- roasted turkey
I think that's everything.
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2010 New York City Marathon
One week ago, I ran the New York City Marathon. As noted many times
throughout this blog, this race was something I've been working toward
since December of 2008. This event was the culmination of nearly two
years of hard work and dedication. And it was worth every single mile
I've run over the last two years.
At 9:40, the cannon was fired and the marathon started. Within minutes,
I was crossing the starting line and running over the Verrazano Bridge.
Not only was I running in the footsteps of the current world record
holder and the first American to win New York in 27 years, I was running
in the footsteps of legends.
About three and half hours later, I entered Central Park for the last
few miles of the race. I looked around and had the odd sensation that I
was home.
It's difficult to put into words the feelings of that day. Despite
having completed three sanctioned marathons prior to this day, crossing
the finish line was something I couldn't believe I was actually doing.
It was absolutely amazing.
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Pre-Race Thoughts
Last Saturday, I sent a letter to the Giraffes mailing list. I've
decided to post here.
In March of 2008, Brian told me I was running a 5K with The Giraffes. He
didn't ask and he didn't give me a choice. Two days later I got off the
couch, got on the treadmill, and started running. Six weeks later I ran
my first race with this team. This team saved my life that day.
Nine months later and a hundred and one pounds lighter, I got this crazy
idea in my head. I decided I was going to run a marathon. I thought, if
I'm going to run a marathon, I'm going to run the biggest marathon in
the world. I'm going to run the New York City Marathon.
I did some quick research about how to get in and found the 9+1
qualifying method. A couple of days later, I told Brian I was going to
spend 2009 working toward guaranteed entry for the 2010 NYC Marathon.
Almost immediately, he sent out an email to The Giraffes saying, "Mike
and I are doing this and so are you." I'm paraphrasing, although it was
quite close to that.
So on January 10, 2009, five of us piled into the car and drove to
Central Park on a frigid Saturday morning and began our journey with the
Fred Lebow Classic.
We continued to run, and picked up some new members along the way. Some
with an impressive history of ultramarathons, and some just starting
out.
Those of us who first set out that day in January reached our goal and
qualified for NYC 2010.
At some point we decided we should run a marathon prior to NY, to get an
idea of what we were really getting into. We chose Philadelphia, and for
several Giraffes that day, it was our first. It was the day we joined
the ranks of the one tenth of one percent of the population who can call
themselves marathoners.
While training for Philly, I fell in with a group of runners from my
hometown and began running with them. At first it was short runs during
a 5K training program they were running, but soon thereafter, they began
including me in their longer training runs on the weekends. They
introduced me to a number of other runners. Eventually I convinced (most
of) them to sign up for the Giraffes mailing list.
For the past two years, I've run with these people, the original
Giraffes and the runners who have joined us along the way. And through
it all, this team is what has kept me going. Through inspiration,
through motivation, through friendships, through training runs and
races, you've kept me going. You have been my support system.
And now I sit here on the eve of the New York City Marathon, less than
24 hours from the start of the race, less than 24 hours from realizing
our goal we set for ourselves so long ago.
To all of you who have been with me for this journey in some way, shape
or form... To those who got the team started and pulled me in, to those
who saved my life... To those who persevered through qualifying races
under grueling weather conditions with me... To those who got food
poisoning with me from Macaroni Grill the night before the Scotland Run
10K... To those who got me through the last 5K of Philly... To those who
made the 22+ mile training runs a little more bearable at the end... To
those who have shown their support in any way they could...
I offer you my eternal gratitude. I would not be where I am today
without all of you. I love you all.
One final note. To those of you joining me in tomorrow's running of the
New York City Marathon... Kick ass and chew bubble gum.
--
M. Forde
"Running never takes more than it gives back."
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