Mirror mirror on the wall who’s the busiest one of all?
He runs around from spring to fall, from track meet to gala ball
He throws a brunch and we all go, inspired by the fab photo
Never stop, always go, lets give it up for Cicero (Brian! Brian! Brian!)
Please visit our Busy Bee’s Page for more detail and past recipients.
Please fill out the annual NBR Member Survey!
Thanks!
Hopefully everyone is fully recovered from the Scotland Run 10k and ready to start training for the next NYRR Club Points Race– the Brooklyn Half Marathon!!!!
The Brooklyn Half is one of NBR’s favorites. Last year we had 180 NBRers run the Brooklyn Half and almost as many attend the post-race Beach Party. Read all about it here.
NYRR still has a few spots open, but if registration fills up, never fear– you can still volunteer with NBR at the race!
VERY IMPORTANT: If you haven’t already, please logon and check your myNYRR account! Make sure your address, emergency contact, and team affiliation are all correct. You should have received an email from New York Road Runners (postoffice@nyrrmail.org) around March 30th with your registration info. If you haven’t, click here: https://mynyrr.nyrr.org/ and register today.
-Race Coordinators
“Whether she’s crunching registration numbers for the track meet, lending a hand at one of our water stations, or up on stage as one of the Achilles, Lauren always gives selflessly and with a smile. She was absolutely instrumental in organizing the registration in the weeks leading up to the track meet and heading up the team on the day of. In many of NBR’s community and volunteering activities she is always willing to help and does so with a warm and graceful spirit.”
Please visit our Busy Bee’s Page for more detail and past recipients.
NBR Profile No. 12
Rodrigo Toscano talks with SAYO YAMAGATA
Sayo Yamagata’s very first NBR group run was a Tuesday Night Tempo Run deep in the winter of 2010. Her regular running buddy had opted out that particular night (buddies—take heed). She had figured that there just had to be an organized group somewhere in the area, folks who could relate to her the safest running routes, folks who would pull her along like a sled attached to well-trained and even better groomed huskies. As it turned out, she DNF’d (“did not finish”) that fateful run. Howling huskies faded as they traipsed over some bridge or intersection. The “core” NBR runners she met that night have since been superimposed into a single composite image (the NBR runner will be unveiled in the next profile, stay tuned).
Scroll ahead two years: Sayo takes 1st place in the Valentines 5k in Prospect Part, 2nd place in women’s overall at the Greenpoint 5k (with a time of 18:19), 3rd in her age group at the Queens Half Marathon, and places top ten in two 5k’s and the 5th Avenue Mile. She mainly competes in “club points” races (“heart points” / non-team scoring NBR runners are toootally cool with that!)
Sayo is originally from West LA/Malibu/Pasadena/Santa Monica. She’s been a swimmer, an equestrian, and an ice skater. She now does Yoga (regular and hot), cycling, plyometrics, and apple or pear fig or peach bourbon or classic pumpkin—“a variety of other wintery potpies—what have you.”
What we have here is a musicologist runner who lives in Bushwick that can run you a 3:14:50 marathon after only a month of crash training. Perhaps not “professionally” recommended, but über gutsy, vintage NBR.
RT: That it’s the result of trauma, that it’s sadomasochism, that your knees will surely pay the price, that it’s a transposition of a previous (or repressed) worldly ambition whose requirements are grotesquely played out by training regimens – Oh, of course, this too, that’s it’s age, that one is flailing out at aging, pure and simple…what else…that it’s because you want more things in life, or that it’s because you want less things in life, or that you want to hover gloriously between wanting and not wanting, and high on that mount, that anyway, you spend way too much time, effort and desire on RUNNING.
You know what I am talking about? It seems that not a week goes by that some non-runner scoops a little bit of bad vibe our way. And much of it is not malicious or even conscious, I’d say, but we hear it, loud and clear! So we band together as runners, and celebrate and commiserate or even (and this might surprise some of our friends) express existential doubts about running.
In terms of both “tribal” and “non-tribal” dealings, how’s running feeling to you these days?
SY: Well, the majority of my friends who don’t race or run definitely think I’m crazy for the amount of time I put into this sport. What with dressing up and down, stretching, showering, and cross training, I figure I put in at least 16 hours per week. But if you ask any other runner who really wants to get faster, they’ll agree that once you start training, it’s challenging to resist the momentum that builds with it.
This year, I can confidently say that I reached a new height (or low point?) of re-dedication that would even give pause to my runner friends. So my goal for this season was originally to train for and race nothing over a 10K. The intent was to start building base in December and peak for a 5K at the end of spring.
However, the problem now is that I’m signed up for a marathon that’s right around the same time. Cheapness and stubbornness have given me little recourse but to change my plans. So now this means that I’ll be training for a successful 5K and a decent marathon that fall roughly 2 weeks apart.
I’ve been pretty anxious about these back-to-back races, but recently spoke to James Chu who’s agreed to guide me through my training this season. He’s been doling out these really punishing workouts: the kind in which you don’t even notice when clots of ice start forming in your hair because you’re running with such concentration. So far, a good number of them have been simple workouts (like 6-mile progression runs) meant to build threshold strength. One of the more interesting, “creative” workouts he’s sent me is his “VCP Sim”, meant to simulate the XC course at Van Cortlandt Park. At a glance, the workout looks like this: “WU, VCP Sim – 2 mi tempo, 0.5 jog, 8xhill, 0.5 jog, 2 mi tempo, CD.” To translate, after warming up, it starts with a 2 mi tempo, followed by a half-mile recovery, 8 hill sprints, another half-mile jog recovery, a second 2-mile tempo, and then a cool down. The hills, he says, are meant to be short (about 100m) and steep, like the ones found at Fort Greene Park, and though they’re only supposed to last for about 20 seconds each, you really start to feel it burning deep in your butt, quads, hamstrings and calves while working through the sixth one. By the second 2-mile tempo, all that lactic acid feels like lead in your legs, but such is the price for a little extra power and speed.
At this point, I can’t be too sure about how the 5K/marathon will go, but I’m excited to take on this weird challenge.
RT: I hear you, that combo of races presents an interesting problematic. I’m sure James will cook you up a variety wintry workouts to sweeten the whole deal. One of the things about “VCP Sim” (and host of other workouts by JC) is that it includes first, a quality ease-in (something to make you feel like a chrome plated cheetah), then a tough conditioning component (something to rip muscle fibers, stimulate capillary growth) followed by something to approximate race-day feel effort. That last mile of the tempo set I bet felt like mile 6 of a continuous tempo run. So there’s a conditioning aspect to the workouts, with a race-day nibblet is thrown in. But that was a nubblet!
I like this notion of “rededication” you touched on. It implies that one has lost (or traversed) a previous phase of dedication. It seems like even the mental part of running comes in cycles, akin to the physical cycles we go through. Sometimes we see a lapse in “dedication” with runners that plateau for long periods of time. At other times, we see it when people—because of busy work schedules or injury—get thrown so off their ideal version of a training cycle that they pass up on race after race.
What’s got you back into racing this time? And does it align with some phase or challenge in your non-running life?
SY: Well, when you put it that way, it’s easy for me to recognize those moments when running life and work life become coextensive to each other—especially as domains that are both voluntary and vocational, pleasurable and necessary. I hope it isn’t totally transparent that, in reaching this new phase of training, I’m somehow declaring something deeper and more personal, but you seem to have cornered me here.
I’ve struggled for the past few years with the idea of completing this degree in musicology, weighing the incredible time and energy it requires with what little economic benefits it ultimately yields. This really shouldn’t come as a surprise to many of my friends who’ve already heard me complain so much about how impractical it is, and about the terrible state of the job market for new professors.
But I’m starting to reevaluate grad school: I’m recasting it in my mind as less of a giant obstacle course filled with flaming hoops and more as a kind of training ground. Psychologically, it puts me more at ease to think about the whole process as another training regiment—in the fiber-ripping, bodily-conditioning sense you describe above. So at present, I’m into this notion of following through, however ruinous it may be.
RT: I totally appreciate your candidness. One thing that our most experienced runners are saying increasingly loudly these days is that there isn’t a magic bullet workout of any one kind that will bring immediate results, but rather that conditioning happens over time, that’s it’s more of a sedimentation process. To think of one’s pursuits (or relations) in the manner of fitness through sedimentation—that attracts me.
Added to that is a core principle of any running program worth its weight in salt has to meticulously guard against injury. Oh my god—you know, I work as a coordinator in the field of Health, Safety, and the Environment. Every year, about 4 million workers in this country get injured on the job because unsafe conditions (averaging 13 deaths every single day). The combination of irrationally planned speed-ups and no time or space to talk about hazard identification, plus suppression of accident near miss reporting, all leads to the carnage. I often feel—and thanks for the wonderful word, “coextensive” deep concerns between athleticism and ergonomics. Anyway, there’s definitely a spirit of mutual aid that’s taken hold of the club and it’s awesome.
What are your current thoughts on the club as a whole? How has your relationship to the club changed over the years?
SY: Your two comments about “mutual aid” and training as a process of “sedimentation” speak well to the kind of role that NBR currently plays in my life. Beyond helping runners break through plateaus and pushing their imagined physical limits, NBR provides a supportive network of people who care for each other. Most often, they’re the rational voices who warn against the dangers of overtraining, who tell me I need more sleep, and who give me advice on strength training to prevent injury. In the end, these experienced voices are necessary because—in trying to get faster and to give something back to the club—we are, after all, putting ourselves at risk of bodily damage.
For me, this kind of nurturing atmosphere has only developed within the past year, and in hindsight I see that it vastly differs from the attitude I had when I first joined the group. I hope I’m not being too presumptuous by stating that it’s typical for new members to throw themselves into intense training regimes with the hope of reaching immediate results—there’s always a certain amount of social capital that accretes around fastness and dramatic self-improvement. The obvious problem with this approach is that it most often leads to overexertion and injury. Sure enough, this is exactly what happened to me a little over a year after joining the club.
RT: We’ve also become quite tolerant of zombies over the years; maybe not of their vomit just yet, but enlightenment once unleashed is not easily chased down and kenneled.
And speaking of brass hunting horns, the production and distribution of collective libidinal wealth, competitive thumb wrestling, and the after-after parties in a parallel universe happening right now… I am in great of need some Race Day advice from you. How do you deal with all the pre-race anxiety and the chorus of quit-demons while running?
SY: Start a very slow and measured countdown from 100 and imagine everyone there is naked.
Have you missed any of profiles 1 – 11? Check them out here.
We’ll dance, we’ll drink, we’ll laugh, and we’ll cry. Okay, we won’t cry. Most of us, at least. Can’t wait to see everyone’s fabulous outfits and dance moves. How many white suits are we going to be graced with?! Only time will tell.
Last minute announcements & reminders.
First of all, as if you haven’t been given enough opportunities already so there’s barely an excuse, but BUY YOUR TICKET!!!!! It’s going up $5 at the door so save your money for the more important stuff… pierogis and Zyviecs!
Here is the Schedule of Events of events so you can make sure you’re there for the fun and important stuff. Fashionably late isn’t always so FASHIONABLE, people!
| 8:00 | Opening & arrival & DANCIN |
| 8:50 | Welcoming statements & special guest performances |
| 9:00 | MORE DANCIN |
| 9:50 | VIDEO |
| 10:00 | Awards & Badge presentation, special guest performances |
| 10:30 | ??? Music, Dance, PARTY |
See you tomorrow!
StudioNBR: 4th Annual Anniversary Disco
Saturday February 16th
8PM – 1:00AM
Warsaw
261 Driggs Ave, Brooklyn
$25 (includes 2 drink tickets)
$20 (without drink tickets)
Tickets Now On-Sale via Eventbrite:
1) Vote for the Annual NBR Awards
Be part of the fun. Vote for you fellow NBRs for some serious & fun annual awards. Click here.
Polls close on Wednesday, February 13th at 6 PM.
2) Apply for Award Patches
Do you qualify for an NBR Award Patch this year? Please fill out the Merit Patch Qualification Form.
Deadline to apply is Thursday, February 14th.
3) Nominate yourself for 50% off NYRR Club Night
Please email your nominations to races@northbrooklynrunners.org. Include your paypal e-mail address (this is how you will be reimbursed after the event). Tell us why you deserve the discount ($25). The awardees will be based on who raced the most club points races in 2012.
Deadline to apply is Thursday, February 14th.
4) Submit Soundtrack Requests
Contribute to the evening’s soundtrack. Don’t feel confined by the evening’s theme; we’ll have plenty of disco to go around, but we’ll play anything with a beat. Leave the titles and artists of your favorite jams in the comments of the fb event and we’ll do our best to play as many as we can!
5) Submit Slide Show Photos
6) Purchase your Gala Tickets
Tickets are going to be $30 at the door so act fast. Purchase now.
StudioNBR: 4th Annual Anniversary Disco
Saturday February 16th
8PM – 1:00AM
Warsaw
261 Driggs Ave, Brooklyn
$25 (includes 2 drink tickets)
$20 (without drink tickets)
Tickets Now On-Sale via Eventbrite:
7) Suit Up!
8) Review who won what at our previous Award Night Galas.
Hello NBR!
This is perhaps a bit late coming, but I’d like to bring in the new year by welcoming in a new wave of NBR Leaders and a shift within NBR in general.
As most of you know by now, I’ve stepped down from my “Directorship” of NBR and have ushered in three of our own into a new set of leadership positions. This shift has also seen the creation of a couple new positions and several members (10!) joining the behind-the-scenes leadership team for the first time. We’ve also got several new run leaders, but I’ll let the Run Coordinators tell you more about that…
And all that being said, I’d like to give a very warm welcome to the new leadership, and a big thank you for all of the leaders who have served so well the past several years.
Director: Rob Fritz
Team Co-Captains: Charlie Radin & Katie Winther
Membership Coordinators: Evan Schnittman & Katie Stapleton
New Member Coordinators: Colin Dungan & Sherry Rosenkrantz
Run Coordinators: Iman Wilkerson & Logan Yu
Race Coordinators: Anna McCusker & Alex Walsh
Member Programs Coordinator: Cherie Yanek
Volunteer Coordinators: Michael Finelli Brown & Jose LaSalle
Social Committee: Brian Cicero & Kate Maxwell
Gear Squad: Cristina Cartagena, Stephanie Lawkins Allen, & Bomina Yu
Treasurers: Ken Allen & Helen Clarkson
Media Relations: Beth Rodgers Benson
Web Masters: Miriam Beyer & John Slaski
Talk to these folks about your thoughts and ideas for NBR, about what their tasks and responsibilities are, and anything else– because NBR is supported by the spirit and volunteer efforts of its members, so next time a leader is needed (and we need them every year), it could be you!
NBR <3,
Aja Marsh
Founder, North Brooklyn Runners
Hi NBR,
I’d like to join Aja in thanking the current leadership team for volunteering their time and efforts to make NBR function in a day to day running capacity and also to host such wonderful events as the Gala, the Track Meet, Field Day, the Scavenger Hunt and team volunteering efforts like our Post-Sandy clean up. These efforts help to make NBR less like a running team and more like a family that runs.
We’ve had several leaders transition from one position to another one for 2013, but I would like to thank a few people who have stepped down (hopefully temporarily). Taeya Konishi and Jen Daniels ran the gear squad for much of the club’s life; we have them to thank for making us all look so good while racing. Also, Misha Bittleston has stepped down from the Run Coordinator position to start a new run focused on good form in Prospect Park on Wednesday nights.
We are always looking for new people to volunteer their time for the greater running good, so please reach out if this is something you would be interested in doing. Work and life often get in the way of committing to six months to a year of leadership, but there are always short term projects that could use a few extra helping hands. At the moment, the Track Meet is about six weeks away and we will need volunteers to ensure that everything comes off without a hitch.
Also, thank you Aja for having the vision to create such a wonderful organization.
NBR<3
Rob
NBRs Fourth Annual Anniversary Gala
StudioNBR
StudioNBR: 4th Annual Anniversary Disco
Saturday February 16th
8PM – 1:00AM
Warsaw
261 Driggs Ave, Brooklyn
$25 (includes 2 drink tickets)
$20 (without drink tickets)
Tickets Now On-Sale via Eventbrite:
Its time again we gather as a club to celebrate another year of hard training, racing, volunteering, and positive community involvement. At the 4th annual NBR Anniversary Gala there is plenty of that to celebrate, we’ve grown even bigger with new faces joining everyday for group runs, races, and brunches, making our network and friendships bigger and stronger with every member. This year was particularly big for North Brooklyn Runners as we saw a “passing of the baton” in leadership from our Founder Aja Marsh to our new Director and Team Captains, Rob Fritz, Katie Winther and Charlie Radin. The Gala is time for us to celebrate every member that is takes part in making this amazing group happen. Plus, it’s our biggest party and we all know that NBR knows how to party!
This year’s Gala will take you back to the 70’s dance floor of StudioNBR. Make sure you dress to impress to get in, a strict dress code of fabulous will be enforced! The dance floor will be burning up all night, but don’t forget that the night includes some special guests. Our founder and leadership team will be saying a few words, NBR superlatives will be voted on and awarded, the coveted merit badges will given out, the photo booth will be up and flashing pics, and there just might be a few surprise performances by the famous Gilly and her Achilles, and who knows a few other surprises too!
Our friend’s at the Warsaw are helping us get our boogie on by not only opening up the ball room but also hooking us up with some drinks. Your ticket includes two drink tickets, and after that the cash bar will be open for the whole event. It doesn’t stop there, the Polish kitchen will be churning out pierogies and more for the night too. So come ready to party!
See you on the dance floor
-Your Social Coordinators & the Gala Committee
FaceBook Invite.
StudioNBR: Style Guide
(Click an image to launch full-screen slideshow)
A tale of teamwork, compassion and some annoying contracts
Our band of North Brooklyn Runners was carried down to the Far Rockaway disaster zone by chartered bus, courtesy of Council Member Stephen T. Levin. I arrived a tad late, five minutes past the nine o’clock hour at the Church of the Ascension on 122 Java Street and found Meg, Masha, and Logan on the curb. As they waved me over, I noticed that each was sporting a different colored NBR t-shirt. Meg was in Irish green; Masha, in cool blue, and Logan,- black. My NBR shirt was a sort of bruised-purple color (to best sympathize with the Rockaway’s situation). We quickly dubbed our-selves The Rainbow Coalition, and agreed that we needed to get going–as we were late. It was already 9:45 and our hearts and minds were mulling over what was to come. We imagined ourselves in some unknown location, hauling mud-caked, molded debris from the depths of some dark basement. Soon, fellow NBR-ers Kim and Dite joined us, along with, a cluster of other good-willed volunteers. We all boarded a bus, stupid with giddiness and thrilled by the camaraderie. Later, the bus made a second pickup, where petite Peruvian speedster Taeya and honorary NBR affiliate Matt joined our group.
While in transit, Masha (having some Industrial experience), broke out some proper gear that she knew we would need – heavy-duty 3M dust masks, sturdy all-purpose leather and latex gloves. She told us to wear both the leather and latex gloves together in order to protect from sharp objects and contaminated water. The idea of our temporary vulnerability in relation to the hardships that the good people of the Rockaways would continue to endure in the months ahead weighed heavily upon us. We turned to our peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and protein bars for comfort.
Upon arrival, we hoped to meet with Monday night run leader Anna and her “punch-you-in-the-face” recovery team but we would be bound by our 4PM exit plan, and did not stray very far from the bus. Council Member Levin had us assisting Team Rubicon, a Minnesota-based disaster response service organization. Its legitimacy was proven in the contract we had to sign in order to participate. I believe no one read the contract in its entirety, unwilling to let legalese deter from the mission. Only bits and pieces of interest were read. When someone mentioned that a certain Rubicon medic was cute, our friend Dite told us that, unfortunately, we had just signed away our rights to pursue sexual activities for the day.
Almost instantly after disembarking the bus, we were assigned a team leader, and then whisked a few blocks away to a large white house that overlooked a deceptively calm Atlantic Ocean. We were optimistic that we still had enough time to contribute – especially with Team Rubicon increasing our efficiency. So, we anxiously waited for directions. As time stretched on, minuets started to seem like hours. People became impatient. We even entertained the idea of trekking 70 blocks away to join with Anna’s team,. Just then a Rubicon coordinator yelled out for a team of eight volunteers. We quickly called out in chorus – WE ARE EIGHT!.
The coordinator sent us to the Beach at 137th Street. The commute there only underscored the Sand’s destruction. There was an eerie hum of generators as we trekked to our destination. The noise just hung in the air, ever-present. Then there was sounds of large sanitation beeping vehicles, whirling down desolate roads. Aside from the sand-choked lawns, some houses looked almost untouched. Others were in total ruin…like the once sprawling Harbor Light Bar. It was burnt down to its foundation, with a rusted metal staircase leading up to a second floor that no longer existed.
Our site was a house owned by a man named Terrance. He was retired football player type and seemed in relatively good (perhaps tempered) spirits. Our focus was to make clear the basement and garage. We made quick work of these rooms, thanks to the aid of a second Team Rubicon unit that arrived moments after us. We salvaged pieces of Terrance’s history – golf clubs, a banana board skateboard, Christmas ornaments, etc. Other less personal objects were consigned to garbage—sheets of glass, yellowed lamps, collapsible steel bed frames, a car seat. All piled along the curb. In about an hour, the street was cleared of the debris. Meanwhile, Matt and Logan had reclaimed Terrance’s lawn from the sand, revealing a swatch of green grass, some concrete steps, and a few exhausted looking shrubs. With the completion of these projects, we considered what our next assignment might be. Soon after which, we received a text from a Team Rubicon coordinator – we were to head further down on Beach 137th Street.
The next house had a very different owner. Where homeowner Terrance was hale and robust with purpose, Bernice was petite, frail, and draped in black. Circled by concerned (visiting) family, she turned her back to us to further survey her home. They will take her away for a few weeks to Florida– said her next door neighbor. Matt Murphy. Matt was a firearms instructor, who wore his gun prominently on his hip. He had called Team Rubicon on Bernice’s behalf. She was a teacher of French literature in years past and with family far a field, lived a mostly solitary lifestyle. He added that she was greatly affected by the storm.
Just like before — we started to glean glimpses of Bernice’s life from items unearthed from her tiny basement. She was nostalgic. There were a numerous hardbound French novels, all with copious penciled notes in the margins. All were bloated, and subjected to spattering mold. There were photos in a beautifully organized album. Their were sodden handwritten letters—once thoughtfully kept in an upright mail sorter. A1950s portable projector with slides—all painstakingly organized. The obvious care with which Beatrice collected her personal effects told a story of a woman who had taken measures to review and catalogue her life. Everything felt handpicked, and most of all, treasured.
Masha rescued the photo album. Bent over, she carefully peeled apart wet pages of black-and-white and sepia-toned images, and then laid them in the back yard to dry. Meg, the professional archivist, jumped in to help keep things organized. Taeya, having discovered the slides and letters, took a similar approach. With the basement emptied, our focus shifted to saving the photos. The books had been tossed. The slides were corroded. The letters were put aside and would most likely become trash. But there was promise in the photos. They laid like a checkerboard in the grass, before we decided to relocate them to the cleared living room. After lining the floor with plastic, everyone collected the wet photos and carefully rearranged them. Amazingly, Meg also found Bernice’s wedding dress. It was tiny, adorn lace, and had a matching cap with a veil. Meg attentive placed it all on a narrow walnut table to dry.
Matt Murphy (the pistol packing neighbor) thanked us then plied us with wine and beer. He also had a warm pasta salad waiting for us and a large bowl of cut fruit. We skirted the dozen magazine clips of ammo that were drying on the patio and surrounded the table where we blearily and gratefully, drank and ate. Even Taeya, known to pass on booze and liquor, helped us finish the red wine. Following a conversation about all the work that the Rockaway’s will need, we quickly snapped a few pictures of our own–and then it was time to go. Generously, Matt offered us a ride. We squeezed onto the back of his white Chevy and were driven to Council Member Levin’s idling bus where we traded farewells and good-wishes. Then our attention turned to a rumor that a brisket was being served a block away, and we realized we were still hungry for more.The drive back was an hour and fifteen minutes of sleepy contemplation. It was dark. I kept thinking about Bernice’s photos, and all the energy that the group spent on salvaging them. I thought – there was something profound about this, as tried to find a way to articulate it all.
As for myself, I lived a very nomadic lifestyle in my twenties. I believed that everything of value was in my heart and mind, and that possessions were unnecessary weight. I believed that too many of them would result in some kind of sentimental idiocy. Now older, I am finding that there are items I’d be distressed to part with- The photo of me at six–fearless–with a raised hand gripping a Dixie cup of apple juice. A toast to my own birthday! The photo of my parents on their first date, by the shore of the Han River. He is in a blue suit. She in the latest fashion trend–a mini skirt. Both looking extremely nervous as they stare down the camera. Then their are my books–tales of fiction that have shaped my unflagging interests and (perhaps) helped shaped my identity. Though limited, these things–my curated collection–will surely grow with time. In another 30 years (when I am Bernice’s age), I expect my collection to be replete with all the details of how I managed in this topsy-turvy world. Perhaps then it will be thirty times harder to entertain the idea of losing these artifacts. Which is to say–though memories may live on in your heart and mind, sometimes it’s as vital to have an item actually in hand as proof that a life was lived.
-Elise Shin
Filed under: Events, Inspiration, McCarren Park Track Classic, Members, NBR Goings On, Races, Volunteering
The Second Annual NBR McCarren Park Track Classic
March 9th, 2013 – Saturday
9:30AM – 3:00PM
McCarren Park Track
Driggs Avenue between Lorimer St. & Union Ave.
NBR is preparing to host it’s Second Annual track meet! This years Meet will be part of NYCRUNS’ Interclub Challenge. More details soon (including a request for volunteers). The track will be ours until 3pm so keep your morning/afternoon free.
The Mile will be part of the Interclub Challenge sponsored by NYCRUNS.
Register now through nycruns.com
The $10 registration grants you access to as many of the events as you wish to run. Day-of registration will be $15. (Registration and Check-In begins at 9:30am)
First Event will start at 10:30.
Schedule of Events: (more details to come)
1 Mile (men, women)
400 (men, women)
800 (men, women)
DMR relay (men, women, coed)
4 x 400 (men, women, coed)
More details on The McCarren Park Track Classic Official Page.
Facebook Invite.
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We need approximately 20 volunteers to be divided for Registration, Timing, Set-up, Clean-Up, Sponsorship, and Marketing Roles. More information soon, or email trackmeet@northbrooklynrunners.org.
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The first time I ran a timed mile, I was in third grade. It was part of the President’s Challenge Physical Fitness Test, and the course was four times around the block our school was on, which was the same block my family lived on.
The first time around the block, I remember running by my house and thinking, “That’s my house. I can go in and get a cup of Kool-Aid if I want, I know where the pitcher is. That’s my house.” The idea of being able to slip off and go into my kitchen, in the middle of the school day, with no teachers or my mom around, was novel. Running equaled freedom, already.
The second time around the block, the family cat was in the driveway. The day before, my sister had used her Hello Kitty scissors to cut off the cat’s whiskers. So in addition to being royally bored by this tumbling parade of eight-year-olds, the cat was mad, probably at children everywhere. I remember thinking to myself, “That’s my cat. I can leave this run and go pet her if I want, that’s my cat. My sister can’t pet her.” My sister’s punishment for cutting the cat’s whiskers was that she couldn’t touch the cat for two weeks. Note to parents everywhere: This is a highly unenforceable punishment. But I held it over my sister.
The third time around the block, I remember pushing up my long sleeves and thinking, “I’m tired. I’m hot.”
And the fourth time around, at the last corner, by that one house with the tiger lilies planted outside, I remember looking down at my legs. I was wearing turquoise corduroys (elastic waistband) and a white shirt with pale yellow and lavender bows printed on it. I remember looking down at my pumping bright blue quads and thinking, “Hey neat. These are my legs.” It was a moment of startling awareness of my body, of my legs moving me forward when running, and I will never forget the awe of realizing I was making myself go. I harnessed that new awareness and tightened my little fists and stuck my tongue to the side and sprinted to the finish. I crossed in 7:37, which I thought was neat because I had just learned about palindromes. My friend Raoul was right behind me, and my sweaty corduroys clung to my legs. My blonde ponytail stuck to my neck.
Around mile 22 of the 2012 Philadelphia Marathon, 28 years later, I was looking for a distraction. I was tired and falling into a lull, and I needed something to jar my body, hit all its reset buttons, renew my strength for the last push. I had already tried the usual distractions: Sprinting for 10-20 steps, to shake up my body; saying something silly to someone next to me; eating another chew; singing inside. I had already instituted the Coke Per Mile Program: For every mile after 20 that I completed, I gave myself a swig of Coke. Flat Coke I had carried since the start. The CPM Program was effective, but at that point in the race I needed even more distraction. I looked up; I looked at my arms. And then I looked down at my legs.
“Hey neat. These are my legs.”
I realized suddenly, after miles of being in my head, that I was making my legs move. I had a body and I was controlling it. It seems, it sounds, so simple, but it was as startling to me in 2012 as it was in 1984. Wow, neat. My legs.
It was the jolt I needed, just like it was in third grade.
This was after the ups of the marathon: Mile 5, when someone was blasting The Strokes and I was, for about a mile, fueled by the music and running slightly ahead of the 3:00 pace group. Mile 8, in a short tunnel, when Mishka jubilantly screamed. Mile 12, when our group of runners joked about Rosie Ruiz and whether we could, today, pull off a similar false finish of the course. How much easier that would be, to just hop on the subway and be done. Ha ha, whether we should just follow the Philly half marathoners when the course split near their finish, and screw this whole 26-mile thing.
More ups: Mile 13, when Emma, Kurt and Ben appeared, Ben’s voice a perfected cannon of encouragement. I felt like a cannonball, propelled. Mile 16, running with a woman I didn’t know, working together in that beautiful unspoken way. She pulled ahead gracefully at the bridge. Mile 18, when my friend Dan floated in the forest at the side, hands coolly in pockets, smiling and nodding. Mile 21, when I thought about my mom and how fun it would be to tell her I’d gone sub-3, if I could just keep it together.
The dark moments: The what-felt-like-mountains between miles 8-10. I thought about dropping behind the pace group as the leader charged up the hills, but I said, “No, stay.” And then repeated, “No, stay. No. Stay. No. Stay. No. Stay!” Mile 13, when I did think about peeling off for the half and just calling it a day. Mile 19, when I started to get those clouds of light around my eyes that usually mean I’m dehydrated or deficient in fuel. I’d missed getting water at the past two stations because they were crowded, and after the second miss I’d asked a woman next to me, who had gotten water, if I could have anything she had left. She tossed the almost-full cup to the side; she was wearing headphones and hadn’t heard me. Torture! Mile 26, when the announcer shouted there was one minute to make sub-3. Directing my legs to stay calm and focused through the gentle uphill finish, which felt anything but gentle at that point.
When I crossed the finish, 2:59:21, my first sub-3, I took a few long, slow, last steps and started walking. I felt like I was on giant bubbles. I cried a little, I usually do. This was my eighth marathon, and I felt like I had finally, blissfully, internalized some of the mistakes of the previous seven. I got my Philadelphia medal, my water, my heat sheet, and then I looked around for the group of runners I’d been with for 26 miles. Because at the end of the mile in third grade, at the end of our communal sweaty running experience, we all went back to the classroom together. Stuck pencils in each other’s ears and called each other craphead and talked about which lap around the block was hardest. I wanted this same experience with my marathon comrades. I wanted to huddle with our arms around each other’s backs and review the race mile by mile, a unit. I wanted to call them craphead and punch their shoulders.
I realized, after a few moments of wandering, that Philly wasn’t going to be like third grade. I wasn’t going to see these runners on the playground later. The marathoners dispersed, went to their bags or their friends or their private moments on the curb. I didn’t see anyone I’d ran or finished with, and I wouldn’t again. There was a real wistfulness in this for me.
Luckily, there is NBR. I found Tom and we walked to the warm hotel, and then I fell quickly and happily into the arms of brunch and friends. Instead of clinking milk cartons, like in third grade, we toasted IPAs and stouts. And toward the end of the meal, when I spilled goat cheese from my omelet onto my jeans, I dabbed my napkin on my lap and I looked at my legs. I smoothed my hands on my quads, grateful, and then we rested our forks and talked about where we were going next.
-Miriam Beyer
























