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Portugal Day 2012. 58 of the strongest, meanest NBRiors accepted the challenge. Shoutout to Javier Fernandez, who would have made it 59 if not for confusing AM and PM when he set his alarm. We’ve all been there, Javier. In its second year, this race is really growing on me. It may be the delicious tuna fish in the goody bags, the very decent tech tees, the espresso station after the race, the fast clockwise loop course, or the windtunnel of fly, body-painted NBR GIRLS (and Dmitri, HOLLAAAA) urging us on to greatness and PRs in the 4th mile. I suppose that it is some combination of all of the above.
Wait, who am I kidding. It’s BRUNCH that I really love about Portugal Day. But I will get to that. First, a race report.
We gathered at the traditional spot, cop-in-a-box, to travel en masse to the race. The crew was a little bit small, but it grew as we boarded the train, as we arrived to Central Park. In bag check, in the corrals, NBR legions swelled to an unstoppable force. We form like Voltron, let’s get it on.
It is a tricky distance, this 5 mile business. Theoretically, one should be a few ticks slower than 5K, 4M pace, but really, it seems like such a long distance to run that fast, doesn’t it? Case in point, the gun sounds (after the dual Portuguese and US National Anthems, sung by a Penelope Cruz lookalike, yet another reason to love Portugal Day) and all of the sudden one goes from standing still to screaming up the West side, dodging bodies and sucking wind.
But then it gets better. I settle in, breathe, and “focus on turnover” (Mike E., I still have no idea what that means). I feel relief as I make the second right, off the 102nd street transverse and “down” Cat Hill. Isn’t Cat Hill supposed to be downhill? It must have been a long time since I’ve raced in Central Park, because there’s some real challenging uphill over there in addition to the downhills. It might be less challenging if I had any race strategy other than OMG Go as fast as you can and try not to die.
I focus on making it to the NBR cheering section, needing that energy boost. Of course, there are two Maguffins, a group dressed as SNL cheerleaders and then the Whippets cheering section. Pretenders to the throne, both. No one throws a cheer party like NBR throws a cheer party, amirite? Ladies, you were called out frequently in my inbox as the best part of the race. We Boys Love You Girls. Don’t change a thing.
I can’t be alone here, but weren’t the girls supposed to propel me all the way to the finish line, floating above the ground and sipping air sweet as cake? Yeah, that never happened, 400 meters later I’m back to cursing the park, the Gods, everything. Won’t this race ever end? I should have taken a page from Miguel’s book. He drafted off a 12 year old and made his move late, crushing the young man’s spirit and earning a 2 ½ minute PR in the process.
I finally cross the finish line with that happy screw-my-time apathy, only glad to stop running. I can’t talk, or think, or smile. In the moment, I remember. This is why I run.
Portugal Day Swag. I sip espresso, enjoy a flight of aged Manchego cheeses, drink some “red fruit” juice. All the NBRiors are pumped! Mad PRs. We chest bump, mug for photos, bellow and carry on like MEN.
But seriously folks, Brunch. The ladies absolutely crushed it. In fact, Meg Duffy crushed her Monkey Bread on the way to brunch, so it’s a good thing food aesthetics are of so little concern to us MEN. Where do you girls find those sexy aprons? Wait, don’t tell me, keep the mystery intact. There was so much time and care put into the food. I mean, I would have gotten a day old birthday cake from FoodTown and called it Brunch. Bam. Our gracious social coordinator Kate Maxwell hosted us with a near 360 degree rooftop view. She also popped a champagne cork that as of this writing I believe to still be traveling.
And then, just when we thought it was safe, out came the nail polish and brackets for our thumb wrestling tourney. Dmitri was the clear number 1 seed, with a thumb to rival Sissy Hankshaw. However, it was our own Max Frumes who prevailed. His upset of Dmitri in the first round was the NBR equivalent of the Miracle on Ice, and he rode the momentum all the way to the final round, where best friends turned violent, and Ben Starr was vanquished. Great job, everyone.
I’m not sure if we can do it any better next month for the Central Park 4M, but let’s give it a shot, people. A complete list of PR’s is below.
PR's: Charles Atherton Luke Kavenagh Miguel Rivera (2.5 minutes!) Reggie Staco (6th straight PR, what a heater!) Rob Fritz Emmy Tiderington Raymund Riparip Paul Miles Mike Griffiths Christophe Tedjasukmana Charlie Radin Evan Schnittman Team Results: 5th Men 02:15:57 Eric Piazza 25:04 Timothy Cote 27:02 Robert Fritz 27:42 Alexander Walsh 27:52 James Ford 28:17 6th 40+ Men 01:31:19 Derrie Davis 29:45 Michael Essig 29:55 Alun Williams 31:39 Age Group Awards: 30 - 34 3 Eric Piazza 25:04 35 - 39 4 Timothy Cote 27:02 35 - 39 5 Alexander Walsh 27:52 35 - 39 10 Daniel Mazzuchin 28:30 Full Individual Results:
|Last Name||First Name||Bib||Overall
|Miles||Paul E||1563||300||295||64||0:32:15||06:27||0:32:14||536||66.22 %|
|De Kler||Glenn||271||830||789||130||0:36:41||07:21||0:36:39||1234||58.23 %|
|Sender||Julie A||5741||3064||831||24||0:47:48||09:34||0:41:09||390||58.81 %|
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