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November 1, 2012

The first day out of the Lower East Side, out of the cold, out of the darkness and in an area of phone reception and Internet. Ah yes, my office at Long Island University in downtown Brooklyn. I have never been so happy to get here, but it was not without incident.

Good news is the NYC Marathon is on and I am rested and happy to run to on Sunday.  I slept more in the last few days since the Con Edison 14th Street plant blew up leaving us in the dark; it is just 14 blocks from my apartment.

A video of the plant blowing up from the other side of the river in Brooklyn:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fYC7sV1Kj9o .
as was this:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4gtNgauQlIE .

In Manhattan from 34th Street down to Battery Park City, east to west there is no electricity which means no hot water, and in some buildings no water at all,  no internet, no charging cell phone, but most cell phones do not work  anyway since many of  the towers went down. We are in a media blackout and as well as a dark city.

Honestly losing the lights and heat unto itself is not a big deal it is like camping, but last night I wanted a shower and I had enough. I tried to get out of Manhattan and it was impossible. Cars are allowed into the city and it is jammed bumper to bumper and people are being extra assholes. None of the street lights work and there are almost no traffic cops so the cars speed down long stretches not slowing, let alone stopping at the cross streets for other cars or pedestrians. A friend who had to drive to work, said it took three hours to go less than 3 miles. Because he is handicapped he could not walk. Plus there is no gas. The gas stations cannot work without electricity and where there is electric they ran out of gas, so we really are trapped.  I can ride my bike or run but I can’t bring my dogs with me, so I am staying.

Then there is the problem of  people feeling the need to buy huge amounts of crap in Brooklyn where services are working. As I rode my bike onto the Manhattan Bridge  (to come to LIU) a guy with what looked like a whole fucking kitchen table strapped to his back came flying down the bridge ran into my lane and hit me with the giant object, throwing me and my bike into the guard rail. It slammed my arm into the metal in one direction my hand in the other. After holding up to the stress this week I felt the tears come, then figured it would feel really good to cry, but just as I started to cry and pry my arm out of the fence, the next person riding down says, “that is a really bad place to stop.” No kidding, but can I at least get my arm back and make sure my hand is not broke?”  and that piece of dog crap that hit me kept going. “Oh, do I found stressed out?” Yes, a little bit. I have some anger going. As most of you know I am an easygoing person but I could have  pummeled that guy with his stupid table.

One of the coffee shops opened today. They must have brought the coffee brought in,  the place was lit with candles.  It was nice to have hot coffee. My refrigerator is completely empty having to throw everything out. Last night  7 of my neighbors came over;  we drank wine, had delicious lasagna, rice pudding, streamed vegetables, basically we emptied what was still good in our houses and cooked it on my gas stove. The night before I went to David’s and 4 of us made pizzas and ate leftovers in the dark. But from here on out it will be rice, oatmeal or other no-perishables. (Now if only a grocery store was open.) I am really happy that I have water. The 16 story buildings just three blocks away, buildings that are massive, have no water at all.

The dark neighborhood  of course is the perfect opportunity for crime. With no ATM’s working, people are carrying around more cash than they normally would, and the number of armed muggings has taken off. I was surprised to see  cops walking my street on Tuesday night when I came home about 10:30pm in pitch-blackness trying not to step on the plethora of rats that are no about.  There are more and more police present.

That is the update from the Lower East Side. I am off to find some dog food and something really tasty for myself. Tonight David, Patrick and I are going to the Marathon Expo to pick up our numbers. I may still try to get out of Manhattan, I would love a nice long hot bath and a good rest.  I am going to have to skip my special marathon haircut since no salon is open. It is hard telling how long it will be before we have electric. I have heard anything from 4 days to 2 weeks. I can’t say when I will be back on-line, but I am doing fine. I have great friends in the neighborhood and want to be with them.

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Looking Good! Oh NO!

A few weeks ago I got two compliments in the same week that “I looked good.” My first thought was, “oh, crap I am getting fat.”

Imagine my delight (reinforcing my belief that I do NOT  body dysmorphic disorder) when I read this in the 1977 Complete Book of Running chapter on “Getting Thin:

“A runner in good condition weighs not more than two pounds per inch of height. A man not more than 5-10 percent body fat; a woman is about 15 to 20 percent. ….Ted Corbitt, the former Olympic marathoner mentions in Chapter 2, “When people tell you how good you look, you can be sure you are not fit. If you don’t look gaunt you’re out of shape.” Dr. Alan Clark, the same physician cited in Chapter 2 as an advocate of aerobic exercise instead of tranquilizers, told me that after six months on a running program “friends would approach my wife in private and speak with a concerned air about my gaunt appearance and ask how long I had been ill. Her explanation-that I was long-distance runner-would leave them scratching their heads.”

James E. Fixx, The Complete Book of Running, pg. 75, 1977

In the next week I am asked if I am ill, or told that I looked gaunt I will know I am ready for the marathon! If not, I will just wing it and run as hard as I can. Surely at the finish I will look ill.

 

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The pleasure that conceals itself in pain is familiar to most runners. At the finish of the 1975 Boston Marathon a spectator named Kitty Davis noticed a runner crying. His face was contorted like a child’s and tears were running down his weather-tanned cheeks.

“Why are you crying, sir?” Mrs. Davis asked. “Are you hurt?”

“No,” the runner replied, “I’m crying because I am so happy.”

Perhaps, then there is in us a need to experience pain, and through it pleasure.

James E. FIxx “The Compete Book of Running” ©1977

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ING NYC Marathon

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Twelve more days until the NYC Marathon. And in celebration I am going to post daily quotes from the 1977 “Complete Book of Running by James E. Fixx. The first book I owned as a Junior High School beginning miler. Reading it today is a refreshing and simple look back into the uncomplicated days of running.

“Of course runners feel better; become thinner; probably live longer; have a better sex life, and drink and smoke less than their sedentary companions, but they are also likely to acquire a “high” from running, increased their self-esteem, be better able to cope with pressure and tension, feel surges of joy, discover that apparently insoluble problems dissolve, and even achieve, however temporary, a state of serenity that carries over into their daily lives.”

Thank you Jim Fixx.

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Just a quick post before I go to the airport. My flight to Madrid leaves shortly, then to Venice. I will be there at 11:30 Sunday morning while all of you are getting ready for the marathon. My first run will be at 4:00, I suspect many of you will be between 13 and 18. Good luck NYC Marathoners.

The three athletes for the time I am there, all sharing an apartment in Lido are Dave Durante, Sadie Wilhelmi and me. Here they are preparing for the biennale

Dave at the Olympic trials
Sadie
The Dave and Sadie Blog

And I ran and did squat with rocks you don’t need to see a video of that. You will see one soon of me on “Track and Field”

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Williamsburg Hipster

In woke up this morning at 5am, after being at a dinner party until midnight, wondering why I god’s earth did I think it would be fun to sprint back and forth over the Williamsburg Bridge at the crack of dawn. I text my always ready for an adventure  32 year old running buddy, “David, doesn’t sleeping in sound good?” I immediately get the reply, “race, then go back to bed.” darn

The first annual Bolt the Billyburg, is a 2.75 race beginning in Brooklyn at the base of the Williamsburg Bridge, run up, over and down, then back up over and down. But it starts in Brooklyn so I ran over the bridge to get there, a nice warm up. The race was super well organized by Mikal Cook, Rouge Runners Production. It was Mikal’s first time organizing a race and he did an awesome job. He has to be a runner to do this so well, though I know nothing about him. It was a small very friendly group, everything was like clock-work. Afterward we went to PIPS- Art and Table Tennis Space and  received cool t-shirts, the winner and slowest guy got a hoodie and there was PBR and water.  At 8:00am I would sleep the rest of the day if I drank  beer  so I stayed with water.

I am confident that I was the oldest runner. After all, Billyburg is the home of the young hipster set. But don’t let my grey hair fool you, I can kick the ass of many under 35 year old dudes, and I did. Yea, grandma got respect at the end, boys coming up saying how I blew by them, a PT telling me what good form I had as I came down the final 200 meters at 5:30 pace. That is not a fast pace if your only running 200 meters  but after running 2.75 miles up from 0 elevation to 400 twice, back to 0 then 400 again, I was moving. Here is how it looked:

Bolted the Billy

We started in two waves and I went in the second. I spotted who my competition would be. David tells me I could win the women’s race, my main concern: Do not get beat by the pink skort. I let pink skort go in the first wave and I would chase her down, and I did. But thinking our waves were 1 minute apartment, I was wrong, I did not push quite as hard as I should have. Pink skort beat me by 6 seconds! Crap.  Oh but it was a fun. The race was two hours ago and my lungs are still burning.  For almost 3/4th mile  you climb, then the fast downhill, and another almost mile climb. David came in second and I came in second. The winning guy ran 16:??, David ran 18:?? I ran 20:43, averaging a 7:30 pace overall, the last guy coming in around 24:00.

At the beer and cheer  I met a girl from my hood who I made a running date with, then David and I tucked our butts back in and walked briskly back over the bridge to Manhattan.

Lastly, today is October 15th. I have just one more run to do today and I will have completed 50 runs in 50 days!! Woo Hoo

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I have been back in NYC for one week and I have experienced an earthquake  and a hurricane. Fortunately the hurricane did not do a lot of damage in NYC, but the surrounding areas got hit pretty hard.

In anticipation of the big storm I met my friend Les to do a 13 mile run on Friday night. It was really fun running in Central Park after dark with a nice cool rain. We ran until about 9:30pm that night. I woke up a bit sore. After 12 weeks of soft sand and nice trails the cement is a bit tough but I am sure I will get used to it quickly. I had an awesome run pre-hurricane on Saturday. It was raining then too, but it was nice and cool.

On Labor Day is another wonderful Holiday Marathon in the Bronx. I can’t wait. That will be a good day of some hilly, dirty, running. While I really miss the New Mexico mountains I am embracing the wet cool weather of NYC.

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