Pre-Orders are available until midnight on Tuesday, September 8th, 2015.
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We are ready to take your pre-orders for Fall. This season we have a very special collaboration with Only Atoms! Only Atoms, made right here in NYC, belongs to our very own Beth Weinstein. This is a limited edition collection with a limited number of singlets so grab one before they are gone.
Your pre-order should be ready in about 4-5 weeks. We will send out emails when your gear is ready. Gear pick ups will probably be on Thursday night or Saturday morning, if these times don’t work for you sign up for shipping.
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There are some races that, when you finish them, you know you have folded them as a patterned napkin into yourself, into your skin, and you will return to do them as often and as regularly as you can, no matter where in life or running you are.
It’s not necessarily a race you PR’d in, or one where you felt strongest, invincible. Or one you did with all your best friends surrounding you, having a blast. Sometimes it’s just a race that, for one reason or another, maybe scenery, maybe location, maybe place in life, maybe something else entirely, threads a needlepoint knot with one of your capillaries and now it’s tight, tugged, unlikely to ever come undone. The Bridge of Flowers 10K Classic, held this past August weekend in the village of Shelburne Falls, Mass., is one of these races. It threw me a graceful rope and I reached and caught it and now we’re connected.
I’d done the Bridge of Flowers 10K once before, four years earlier, without experiencing this emotional connection. That 2011 summer, in the thick of marathon training for New York, I’d placed 8th woman in Shelburne. I’d enjoyed the race, and enjoyed finishing well, but hadn’t thought too deeply about it after that.
Returning this summer, I knew a top-ten finish was most likely not in my ledger; a duo of herniated spinal discs and a brush with Borrelia burgdoferi, ye bacteria of Lyme disease fame, had left me feeling … different. And with a left leg that, no matter how hard it studied, how many flashcards it did every night, could not seem to get the same grades as its stronger friend next door, my right leg. This combined with the brave but cautious steps into my upper thirties, and that potion that bubbles in the labware of your gut, that potion that explodes into colors when you race, that potion had changed for me. My body’s safety-goggle team had assumed control: “Whoa, turn down the heat, she’s boiling over.” “Put a cap on it, that potion.” “Hey-yo, keep it in check. We don’t want to get crazy in here.” I’ve been searching hard in the folds of my organs, digging with a headlamp, but I haven’t yet found the switch to shut off these practical, clipboard-wielding guys. I’m keeping on looking. Maybe I’ll find it in my forties.
Still, we runners are an optimistic lot. I entered the 2015 Bridge of Flowers race quietly, knowing I’d raced minimally over the past year, but confident I had trained to the best of my ability and ready to enjoy the event. And not being competitive was enjoyable. At a quarter to 8 on race morning, my partner Tom and I held hands and walked to the elementary school to pick up our bibs. Instead of scanning every horizon for available bathrooms and water, calculating with stress when and how to pee and drink for optimum performance, I watched the kids registered for the race. They were bouncing up and down on knobby knees, pinned with bibs as big as their heads. It was a gorgeous morning, in the 60s, blue sky, huge white clouds. Sunny, not hot. We dropped off our race t-shirts at the house where we were staying, and jogged to watch the 3K that preceded the 10K. At a quarter to 9, we made our way onto the historic Iron Bridge, the race’s start.
The Bridge of Flowers Classic is a wonderful, unusual 10K. A figure-eight course, the first two miles wind through residential streets, with a couple of hardy ups and some nice downs. You cross (in reverse direction) the Iron Bridge upon which you started, and at mile 1.94 begin Crittenden: a one-kilometer, 10.5% grade hill that gulps more than 400 feet in elevation gain. Bill Rodgers, who has raced this course, famously said, “You can get a good time after the hill … if you have anything left.” From the Crittenden summit, just shy of the mile 3 mark, you bound downhill in unbridled joy until the fifth mile serves you a hot-tar road shoulder on Route 112. Still, the last two miles lope more down than up, and you finish with a turn again onto the Iron Bridge and a swaying balloon arch that extends into cheerers spilling down the quaint street. It’s so fun.
In the first two miles, I remember thinking I felt good. The last time I’d raced had been April, a 5K, and I wasn’t sure how I would pace a 10K, how my legs would respond. This isn’t bad, I thought, my first mile at 6:45 pace. I can keep this. I wasn’t near the top women, but I could see them, which was heartening. Just after mile 1, I stepped on some small apples that had fallen onto the road from a tree, and I remember thinking the smell was nice. It was like fresh cider.
On Crittenden Hill, I slowed to a shuffle. One woman, two women … six women, a dozen men passed me. How are they doing this? I thought, crazed. How are they going so fast up this monster? Other racers spun to the sides of the road like drunk tops, as if this was mile 24 of Boston. But this wasn’t mile 24, this was mile 2! Of a 10K! I felt like I was slogging up Mt. Washington. I refused to walk, taking smaller and smaller steps, making the hill’s three turns and glancing up quickly to assess what still lay ahead. Relishing any seemingly flat stretch like a dog with an ice cube. Licking it like in a desert.
On top at last, I rejoined two of the women who had passed me, and together we began the happy descent, on the road that turns blissfully gravel at this point. I reached the women; I passed them; they passed me; I passed them again. Two of us in particular were clearly working for the same pace, and at one point I became level with her shoulder and asked, bodily, if she wanted to do this together. She didn’t. I passed her; she passed me back. I inched ahead, she inched back. It was both infuriating and fun. It had been so long since I’d had this! This race playing, this serious, exhausting playing! It’s like being tickled when you’re a kid. Stop, please stop! Don’t stop, don’t ever stop! Again! No more, please, no more! Again!
She let me go with a half mile and the last downhill spooling ahead of us, and I made the final turn onto the Iron Bridge once again, kneeing to the finish, squeaking in just under 45 minutes. My pace per mile had ranged from 6:24 (downhill glee) to 9:22 (Crittenden cringe). My friend on the course and I both eked into the top 25 women, I 19th and she 20th. We shook hands and agreed: without the other, we wouldn’t have made it. I meant it.
The 10K course doesn’t technically cross its namesake, the Bridge of Flowers, which juts diagonally, next to the Iron Bridge, over the Deerfield River. Originally built as a trolley bridge in 1908, the concrete span went into weedy obsolescence in the 1920s as the automobile sputtered in and trolleys slunk out. It was converted to the “bridge of beauty” by the forward-thinking Shelburne Falls Women’s Club in 1928, and today it supports hundreds of stunning flowers. Visitors come from all over the world to walk its narrow footpath and take in the blooms. When we were there, the hydrangeas were extraordinary, poofing from their bush like magic tricks. The gladioli shot straight up, flecking flashes of color. We strolled the Bridge of Flowers the afternoon after the race, its glory our reward for the morning.
The next day, Tom and I hiked Massaemett Mountain to the Shelburne Fire Tower, a 1909 stone beauty worthy more of Rapunzel than fire scouting. It was another gorgeous, clear day, and we had 360-degree views of the valley, New Hampshire and Vermont sharp in the distance. Tom pulled me to small window in the tower and together we looked down at the village of Shelburne Falls, little sequins in the afternoon sun. We could locate McCusker’s Market, where we had delicious sandwiches after the race (Michael McCusker, or McMike, is the founder of the market, and the great Bridge of Flowers race director). We could see the glacial potholes pocking the Deerfield River bed, and the Iron Bridge, which looked so little but so important from our perch. “We ran on that,” Tom pointed, and we seemed surprised, as if the race hadn’t been real. On the way down the mountain, we missed a turn and went off trail for a few minutes, but it was a peaceful detour, and we found our way back.
Filed under: Events, Inspiration, Marathon, Members, NBR Goings On, Races, Volunteering
The application for our 2015 NYC Marathon Team entry is open.
This year NYRR has given us one team entry. In the past we’ve had more entries and we’re working hard to get more entries for the 2016 NYC Marathon. We’ve already earned one from the NYC Half and need 200 people signed up for the NYC Marathon water table to earn 4 more.
So do you want to run the NYC Marathon this year? If so fill out this form by this Thursday August 6th (11pm) for your chance. In order to be awarded the team entry you must be signed up to volunteer at the NBR Mile 12 water station at this year’s Marathon, don’t worry if you get selected to run you don’t have to come back and hand out water when you’re done.
Please fill out this form by no later than 11pm Thursday, August 6th!
The NBR Team entry will be selected and announced this weekend.
Check out the previous NBR team spots awardees.
1. Do I have to have applied for this year’s marathon lottery to be eligible?
No, but it is preferable if you did.
2. If I am awarded a team spot, do I have to pay for my entry?
3. Is there any chance NYRR will give us more spots?
Sorry not for this year!
4. If I am a fast runner, will that help my chances?
5. What *will* help my chances then?
Participation in NBR via showing up for races and group runs, volunteering, helping out with projects and other activities, and general involvement. Being an NBR leader or run leader is also great, but not required.
6. Do I have to be a current member of NYRR and be affiliated with NBR?
Any other questions? Please email NBR Team Captains.
Super Challenge BBQ
Saturday August 1st, 2015
Maspeth & Olive Sts
Youse guys, Saturday is Team Champs! That means NBR’s Men and Women will be going all out for a race just for the local running clubs, and it’s awesome! If you’re running it, amazing! If you’re cheering at it, you’re the best! If you’re not attending the post race Brunch/BBQ/Field Day Super Challenge extravaganza, fogetaboutit!
So here’s the deal. Men and Women race separately in this one, so let’s keep the battle of the sexes alive at the brunch with some friendly competition. This isn’t just some arm wrestling we are talking about. Its half field day, half grill-off, half bake-off, half the calories (that’s a lot of halves). They’ll be a series of challenges that will all score you points for your team. This will include some classic field day events, some things we’ll just make up, a grill off and of course a bake off. Winning gender gets bragging rights and will hold the title of NBR’s Superior Sex for one year.
So bake some goods in preparation, and bring some food to share for the BBQ. We’ll be lighting up the grills around 1pm at Cooper Park (even if you’ve never heard of it, i’m sure you’ve run past it, its in our hood people).
If you want to sign up to bring something to the BBQ (this way we don’t have 10 chips and no salsa) use this the link on our google group post here.
Sign up for the actual events will be done Saturday at the BBQ. If you plan on entering the Grill Off or the Bake Off, come prepared!
Wednesday, July 29th
McCarren Park Track after Wednesday Night Road Run
Coach Gerard (GP) Pearlberg – USAFT Coach, Level 2, Co-Founder RunningBuzz.com, Author – “Run Tall, Run Easy”, aka “Coach GP,” hails from England and has been an avid athlete for 43 of his 51 years. An international rugby player for many years, GP took up distance running in April 1990. He ran his first marathon at New York that year after being challenged by his sister Nicole. After that initial 4:41 at New York, GP was determined to find out why the marathon had been such a challenge. From that day forward, he was committed to uncovering the secrets to moving the human body through space with as much efficiency, economy, and speed as possible. Over the next 24 years, GP completed 27 marathons, including a 2:34:00 in the 1998 Napa Valley Marathon and a 4:21 mile at the Capital Mile in Sacramento at age 35.
GP’s professional coaching career was born. He is considered one of the top authorities on running biomechanics, and he is the full-time coach to several world-class runners, including Florida’s two-time Olympic marathoner, Ronnie Holassie and BRR own Deirdre Brill.GP also works with Ajee Wilson (ranked in the top three in 800 meters in the USA) specifically in the area of running mechanics. He also coaches age-group runners and Military personnel around the world via his Web site: www.runningbuzz.com.
Coach GP’s 26th marathon in New York was his 17th marathon completed under three hours. A member of Team Spira,GP is also the head coach for Team Boomer worldwide, part of the Boomer Esiason Foundation, providing Athletic Scholarships and raising funds & awareness in the fight against Cystic Fibrosis based in New York. In addition to his own full time athletes, GP coached over 125 Team Boomer runners each year for the NY marathon.
GP does TV and radio commentary, and he is a frequent guest at major races across North America including being the television commentator for the Miami marathon. GP’s signature lecture “Proper Running Biomechanics: How to Get Out of Trouble When Trouble Strikes,” offers race participants concrete advice they can apply to their running the very next day in the race. Coach GP is one of the featured speakers in the Marathon & Beyond Speakers Bureau, joining a distinguished panel that includes legendary American distance runners Helen Klein and Patti Catalano Dillon. Coach GP brings his own brand of energy, intensity, humor, and high degree of motivation to his speaking engagements, along with straightforward facts that runners can put into use immediately.
Filed under: NBR Goings On
McCarren Park Track after Thursday Night Track Workout.
Erich Anderer is proud to count himself among the first four members of NBR, having responded to a forlorn, handwritten invitation taped to a streetlight on Bedford Avenue. Thanks to NBR, he was converted from someone who had never run more than three miles consecutively in his life to a marathoner in 6 months. While not as conscientious on the track these days due to the competing orbits of work and preschool preparation, he has watched like a proud, quasi-absentee father as NBR has grown into an athletic and social juggernaut.
He is a native New Yorker and former Manhattanite, having earned his undergraduate and medical degrees from Columbia University. He did his neurosurgical residency and fellowship in spine surgery at NYU Medical Center, where he maintains an academic appointment. He has written and lectured extensively on neurosurgical topics, and instructs NYU residents on brain and spinal surgery techniques. His primary practice, however, is at Maimonides Medical Center in Borough Park. He recently moved his wife and daughter from Williamsburg to Clinton Hill, which he maintains still counts as North Brooklyn. Thus, he remains active in the community and is a board member of the Open Space Alliance for North Brooklyn. Apparently, he has an affinity for all things North Brooklyn, not just her runners.
Dr. Anderer (Erich, whatever) will be speaking on the causes, diagnosis, treatment, and, most importantly, the prevention of spine-related pain. This includes neck pain, back pain and nerve pain in the arms and legs. Although he makes his living as a surgeon, he will spend most of the time talking about ways to avoid meeting him in an operating room. He would prefer to meet you at the Nest.