Okay. This was the Race for the Criminally Insane.
Five miles in the pouringass rain. And it was lovely. Actually mild. I turned my headset up which was burbling SKINNY DIP a novel about a .....welll, nevermind because I just loafed along because I didn't think any of it would count.
Start from the beginning which is what I did not do.
The A Train did not come to 181st Street between 4:30 AM and 5:12am. Bastards!! So I told everyone who was on the platform with me (about ten runners) that we would arrive at 59th at 5:33AM and then have to run like sonabitchs to get to the start line before they shut off the start. (Some of them NEEDED the run to qualify for next year's Marathon, I don't)
So, we got there at 5:33 for the 5:30 race and I ran like a ......I ran down to the path and got in the runner's pack just ahead of the ambulance. The others had to run all the way up the hill to get to the start line. I trotted pretty good and passed a bunch of people to finish in what I thought was an unofficial 56:something.
Guess what? even though my toe never touched the start line they gave me an official run. It was so much fun and so miserable. 56:57
Did I mention that this race was the 50th anniversary of NYRR?? They started with about 40 guys. Today there are 46,000 members, and almost half (46 per cent) are women. What a great world we live in.
Joe(I'd do it again tomorrow)Nation