2024 – A Year in Review

While I spent a good part of 2023 working several jobs to help pay for my son’s college, my focus in 2024 was to provide more balance in my life between work and fun and interesting activities. I also tried to focus on working more gigs as a background actor.

In January, the theme in my school was ‘clothing’. Since my daughter knows how to sew, I invited her to my preschool class as a special guest and showed my students how to sew.

I was a stand-in for a card dealer on a TV show called The Equalizer starring Queen Latifah.

After I picked up my son in Ithaca from a ski trip at Mount Tremblant in Canada, we decided to visit my cousin Jeff’s pizzeria Cheesy Charlie in Bethlehem, Pennsylvania.

In February, I had the privilege of being invited to the NYRR’s Club Night Awards Ceremony. There, I got to see my good friend Will Sanchez receive the highly-coveted Joe Kleinerman Award for his many years of producing and hosting the show Gotta Run With Will. In 10 years, Will has interviewed more than 300 runners with special stories to tell that were inspiring, historical, and intriguing. The photo below features previous special guests on Will’s show including Nicoletta Narangis, Ruth Gursky, and Michael Ring. Seated is George Hirsch who is Chairman Emeritus of the NYRR. My arm is around Monika, Will’s wife.

I worked a background gig in New Jersey portraying a ‘jogger’ in a park in a night scene that featured Billy Crystal. Unfortunately, I was not used due to too many joggers being hired for that scene, but I did get paid and fed that day, so there’s that.

In March, I proudly saw my brother Aaron being inducted as an official member of the Polar Bear Club. He had spent the season participating in many plunges with the Polar Bears and this qualified him to be official.

My friend and fellow runner Amy Padnani, a reporter who works at the Obituaries Desk for the New York Times, created an amazing feature called Overlooked. In this series, noteworthy people throughout the history of the NY Times who may have not received a proper obituary or any mention at all are given a proper send-off of the accomplishments they made throughout their lives. Many of these figures were either female, members of minority groups, or the LGBTQ community, and due to sexism, racism, and homophobia, their stories were not considered important at the time. I had the pleasure of interviewing Amy for an episode of Gotta Run With Will. She was promoting her book called Overlooked: A Celebration of Remarkable, Underappreciated People Who Broke the Rules and Changed the World. Reading her book to prepare for the interview was a great experience for me. The episode can be viewed by clicking here.

Both my daughter and my brother’s daughter are named Emma Pesin. Both are very creative and get along with each other fabulously. I am so glad that these two cousins collaborate on many fun and creative projects together.

In April, I was invited by Will Sanchez to attend a film screening for the documentary, “Photographic Justice, the Corky Lee Story”. It was a gripping documentary about Corky Lee, an Asian-American photographer who bravely took thousands of photos throughout several decades that illustrated the Asian experience in America. His photos helped to change public opinion as well as create policies that helped the Asian American community. The photo below features me posing with Philippe Day and Corky’s partner Karen Zhou with Will Sanchez to the right.

I was hired to portray a skier in a ski lodge scene for the film TOW. The ski lodge was really a golf house. We had to act like it was the middle of winter. Meanwhile, the temperature was 85 degrees outside.

I did a book signing in a Dyker Heights cafe. It was a great surprise to find that one of my customers was my son’s kindergarten teacher. I told her how great he was doing at Cornell University. He’s come a long way from being a problem child in kindergarten.

I celebrated Mother’s Day in May with my mom and brother Aaron in Coney Island. My mom loves Coney Island and we enjoyed our time together there at Nathan’s Famous.

I’ve been the assistant secretary for Neighborhood Advisory Board (NAB) 11 for the past few years. Members of NAB help decide how NAB-approved Federal and State agency money should be spent based on the needs of our community.  Approved projects may benefit the elderly, immigrants, our youth, the physical wellness of community members, public safety, education, and other community needs. In May, members of all NAB groups throughout New York City met in Manhattan for a party to celebrate our accomplishments.

When my school year ended in June, I decided to finally participate in the Coney Island Mermaid Parade after years of talking myself out of it. The parade does have a nautical theme, so I thought that wearing my special shark shirt would make me fit right in. I had no idea what to expect and was pleasantly surprised to hear so many spectators cheer me on as I marched with pirates, jellyfish, mermaids, and other people dressed according to the theme. Even a photographer from the Daily News took my picture and published it in the paper!

I spent Father’s Day with my daughter and father at his home in Leonia, New Jersey.

I worked a two-day overnight gig where I portrayed an onlooker to a car explosion that happened in a hotel parking lot. First, they filmed the explosion, then later, they filmed the car on fire as I and other onlookers watched the explosion while on camera. It was interesting to see actual firefighters put out the fire every time the camera stopped rolling.

Being a preschool teacher for 23 years now, I was very happy to find out that one of my former students is a full-grown adult and now loves to run. Yes, Patryk was only four years old when he entered my class and now he’s 24. We met up several times in the summer to run together at Clove Lakes Park in Staten Island. His dream is to one day run the NYC Marathon. I hope that I can help him.

July had both happiness and sadness for me. My uncle Marty passed away on July 17 after being sick in a military home for a long time. He inspired me to take up running when I was 13 years old after I witnessed him complete the 1980 NYC Marathon. He also motivated me to take up skiing and travel cross-country and I still do those things. My memories of Marty can be found here.

After many attempts at applying, in July, my son Hunter was accepted to be a research assistant for a professor at the University of West Virginia. He spent several weeks staying at a dorm there while getting paid a very nice weekly stipend. His time ended with a presentation of his research at an Undergraduate Research Symposium. While there, we visited the famous Falling Water house designed by Frank Lloyd Wright in Central Pennsylvania.

In August, I held a book signing at a cafe in Park Slope, Brooklyn. I invited fellow author Eric Maldonado who had just published his book called Service (The Last Days Saga). Just two years ago, Eric came to my book signing at a cafe in New Jersey and purchased my book. It was exciting for me to be a fellow author with him at this event.

Before I dropped off my son for his third year at college, he wanted us to go on a trip to the Adirondacks. It was a long drive, but definitely worth it. We visited Lake Placid and went on hikes in the local mountains there. We visited Seneca Falls, which was the town that inspired Frank Capra to write the screenplay for It’s A Wonderful Life. It was such a thrill to be able to walk across the bridge that was featured in the film. There’s a true story about a man who lost his life saving a woman who jumped off of that bridge. That story provided the inspiration for the film. Seneca Falls was also the birthplace of the first meeting of the Woman’s Suffrage Movement.

Sadly, my friend Mark Vogt had succumbed to a catastrophic stroke in July. It took his family a week to decide to unplug his life support knowing that Mark would never come out of the coma he was in. Originally, I met Mark as we were fellow runners for the Staten Island Athletic Club. As avid runners, actors, and writers, we were both inseparable at times. We were involved in many adventure races and creative projects together. You can read my online memorial about what Mark meant to me here. There, you can see many photos and some videos we collaborated on together.

Before summer’s end, my brother Aaron and I got to hang out with our distant relative Mindy Passin Mentzel and her friend and fellow runner Kinga Tzach.

In September, I got hired along with my actor friend Pierre Candra to portray beachgoers for the new Adam Sandler film, Happy Gilmore 2. Within 15 minutes of being set up on the beach with other actors portraying beachgoers, we were removed from the beach. Production decided that they didn’t want people on the beach for the scene. I still got paid though.

After donating blood several times, I finally became a member of The Gallon Club. Members are those who have donated a gallon of their blood over time. I would like to thank Ryan John Knutsen and Michael Schnall for being role models for me. I used to faint when giving blood. I am proud that I have overcome that and I now donate blood about four times a year.

My brother and I participated in Artmageddon, an amazing art event that takes place throughout the community of Ditmas Park, Brooklyn. While I was signing my books for customers, my brother made balloon animals dressed as Happy the Clown. It was a great time for both of us.

My cousin Danielle Pesin got married to Joseph Weiler on top of a mountain in New Jersey. Guests had to take a chair lift to the top to attend the ceremony. It was a beautiful event seeing the bride and groom exchange their vows with views of a sprawling valley below them.

I participated in a 5k race that benefitted the Guild for Exceptional Children. Our CEO Joe Riley was instrumental in making this event happen. Joe cares so much about the special population at our school and is always looking for new fundraising activities to help support the special programs. Pictured below are Joe and myself with the couple who collects new toys from various organizations. These toys are given out by Santa to all the preschool children in my school for the holidays.

I was again hired to be in Adam Sandler’s Happy Gilmore 2, but this time as a cop. I waited in holding all day with a few other actors portraying cops. They never used us, but we were still paid.

Below is yet another fun picture of the two Emma Pesins, this time they are dressed to celebrate Halloween together.

In November, I participated in the Second Annual Great Gobbler 6-Hour Mountain Bike Race. I decided to stop riding after completing two 13-mile loops and I’m glad that I did. I am getting older and these kinds of events are taking a toll on my body. Pictured below is me with Steve Lee and Michael Varriano. They are runners like me who are not afraid to engage in other non-running events.

I brought my kids to visit Clinton, New Jersey to take photos of them for our holiday card. The photo below was the winner.

My kids and I visited my dad for Thanksgiving at his home in Leonia, New Jersey.

I completed my sixth year as a part-time pacer for the Mile High Run Club. Even though it doesn’t pay much, it’s such a pleasure to use my running ability to help others achieve their marathon dreams.

A runner from Uganda emailed Dave Panza, the President of my Staten Island running club. He told David that he was going to be visiting Staten Island for a few days and if he knew anyone who could let him stay overnight. David forwarded the email to me asking me if I had any ideas on how we can help Noel Thomas Kalunda, a man who created the non-profit schoolsnotstreets.org. This organization helps get children off the streets by helping them get boarding and an education. I asked Bob Orazem, a lifelong runner from Staten Island if he could help me find Noel a place to stay. Bob immediately offered his home to Noel, which was such a gracious move. It was such a great feeling that I was able to make this connection between Bob and Noel. I was able to invite Noel to a group trail run with the Ridge Runners in the Staten Island Greenbelt. In the photo below at the right, I am flanked by Noel and Bob.

One Friday in December, I was sick and had slept for over 10 hours. I suddenly got up to walk, which affected my blood flow. I quickly grew faint and grabbed a heavy chair thinking that it would somehow prevent me from falling. Instead, I still fell, but had brought the chair down towards me as I fell. The chair hit me in the head above my eye. I felt very dizzy and got scared. I called the ambulance for myself to make sure that I was alright. After being tested and passing all tests, I was sent home. I was left with an achy head and a black eye. After two weeks, my eye was healing well.

My year ended by receiving a surprise package of Kona coffee, chocolate-covered macadamias, and pineapple candies that came from my cousin Andrew Zeitlin in Hawaii. What a nice surprise and a great way to end 2024.

It was a good run

In 2018, a runner named John Henwood contacted me out of the blue asking if I’d like to be a professional pacer for the Mile High Run Club. He had found me through my connection with the New York Road Runners Club as a volunteer pacer. I had paced three New York City Marathons and a bunch of half marathons for them, so he knew I had the skills for this job. I started working for John right away by leading paced group runs for those who were training for the 2018 NYC Marathon.

Pacing was a part-time gig consisting of about 32 Saturday mornings a year (16 for the Brooklyn Half training program and 16 for the NYC Marathon training program). I instantly fell in love with the job. As a runner for most of my life, I have achieved everything that I needed through the sport of running at that point. I was now at the stage where I got great pleasure out of helping others by preparing them for the world’s greatest marathon. Week after week, I would lead a group of young runners for long runs along various routes throughout Manhattan while we spent our time engaged in fun and casual banter. I thought that I could do this job for the rest of my life and looked forward to doing it every year until I was 80 years old. Boy, was I wrong!

It is now 2024. Of the six years of pacing for Mile High and 42 years of running, the combination of running and aging has ravaged my body. Like an old car that still barely works, I can no longer hold my pace without pushing my body to its physical limits. What was once an enjoyable challenge has devolved into a painful chore. I know that I must now transition out of this job for my own health and safety.

Now that the 2024 marathon training season is over, I can spend my time recovering and reflecting on all of the great memories that I had helping many runners achieve their marathon dreams.

I want to thank my fellow pacers from Mile High who were constant role models for me, especially during times when it was getting harder for me to do my job within the last two years. Some of them gladly switched with me when I had to move to a slower pace group on more than one occasion. They are Philippe Day, Jacky Lee, Arielle Disick, Carol Buonanno, Rhonda Braun, and Anne Szustek Talbot. I’d like to give a special shout-out to Dominic Davis, our experienced pace captain with vast running knowledge who always greeted us with a big encouraging smile each week.

I also want to thank all of the runners who joined my weekly pace group through the years. I had a lot of fun running with all of you. While you may have great memories of completing the NYC Marathon, I will have great memories of helping you along your journey.

How to prepare not to run the NYC Marathon

There are many articles written about strategies on how to run the NYC Marathon.  Being a seven-time participant who chose not to run it this year due to extreme laziness and complete disinterest, I thought it would be beneficial to those who are also not running it to get some good advice on the dos and don’ts of non-participation of this life-changing event.  Just like for the runners who are running it, there is a specific timeframe to adhere to that will help those who don’t plan on running it.

For those who are serious about training for the NYC Marathon, their self-inflicted torture traditionally begins in July.  These wannabe marathoners spend almost every single day of the month running.  Their weekly training regimen may include a track workout, speed drills, a tempo run, and a long run, even on the hottest and most humid of days.  With a full-time job to go to and many with families to take care of, these runners will be both physically and mentally exhausted due to their relentless training.  Since you are not running the marathon this year, you will not be physically or mentally exhausted and your life will go on as usual.  When you get home from work, you can just relax, eat dinner, watch TV, and look forward to another day of not running.

In August, the weather gets even hotter and more humid.  But hey, you’ve already trained for a month and there’s no stopping you now. Plus you forked over a non-refundable $300 registration fee in June to run this costly race, so you’re pretty much screwed.  Those who are not running it did not have to cough up big money to endure a few hours of abuse come November.  They will be sitting comfortably in their air-conditioned living rooms looking out the window at the sweaty losers who are marathon training outside in an environment that should only be fit for the devil.

Finally, it’s September.  The weather has cooled off, but now if you have kids, they have to go back to school which will require a large outlay of parenting energy.  Doesn’t anybody in the family understand that mom and dad have a race to prepare for?!  During this time, you may want to consider giving up your kids for adoption.  Those who are not running the marathon may wake up on a Saturday morning to go on a nice family trip upstate to go see the Fall colors.  Apple-picking is also another great option, but definitely not running.

For those who are not running the NYC Marathon, October is the perfect month to check in on your hopeless friends who are now in their fourth month of marathon training.  You have that one friend who had to cancel a major family event so that they could get in their 23-mile-long training run.  Their spouse is already threatening divorce and can’t wait until it’s all over so that the family can get back to a normal life again.  Since you are not running it, you completely savor the lovely Fall weather.  You wake up late on the weekends and enjoy going out with your family for a wonderful Sunday brunch.  While brunching with your family, you notice an empty table next to yours.  That table would have been for your marathoning friend who is now too tired from their long run this morning and is sleeping in at 1:00 pm on a wasted Sunday afternoon.

It is now the second Sunday in November and it’s time to run the NYC Marathon!  Those running it cannot possibly sleep the night before, yet they have to leave their homes at an ungodly hour the morning of to get to the race start.  Then they have to wait two hours to actually begin running in their wave.  It’s torture to have to wait for so long, and you’re freezing your butt off on a cold November morning.  While your marathoning friend sits and waits to run a distance that guarantees serious post-race leg trauma over the next few days, you finally wake up, turn on the TV, and watch the NYC Marathon in the comfort of your own home.  You sit back in your recliner and reflect on all the months that you didn’t have to train for this year’s marathon.

By choosing to enjoy life and not running this year’s NYC Marathon, you will have achieved something that will make many marathoners envious.  The memories of not running this year’s NYC Marathon will last a lifetime.

The New York City Marathon

NYC Marathon

6:00 AM – Waking Up

I wake up feeling well-rested for the first time in my life.  And that’s a good thing since I will be running 26.2 miles in the next three hours.  I made sure I loaded myself up with lots of pasta the night before.  It’s something us runners call ‘carbo-loading’, for carbohydrate-laden foods like pasta burns slowly in the body, which is the kind of gas us runners need to go the distance.  I do the Bathroom Thing, have breakfast then go through my race-day checklist making sure I have everything I need for a great race-day experience.  Everything seems to be in check.  My friend Bob comes to pick me up in his car.  And we’re off!

7:55 AM – Arrival

We arrive at Fort Wadsworth to a literal City of Runners.  As soon as we enter this city through the portal at Bay Street and School Road, I immediately have to pee.  This will be the theme of my visit to this Runners City for the next 60 minutes, for I will have to visit the throne several more times due to equal doses of over-hydration and race-day jitters.  I am not alone; there are hundreds of portable urinals scattered throughout this Runners City and every single runner of the 42,000+ runners who will run this race today are experiencing the same thing as me.  In fact, the NYC Marathon is touted as having the longest urinal in the World, which is at least 100 yards long (see http://www.urinal.net).  Now that’s a lot of pee!

8:30 AM – Corral Time (aka The Long Wait)

In other situations in one’s life, it would be okay to arrive late.  However, being that this is the NYC Marathon, everything at this event is done in a very methodical, organized and planned way.  Nobody wants any hitches to happen on this day; it is the Wedding Day for us Marathoners.  Part of this planning is having all the runners line up in their respective corrals WAY in advance of the actual start time of our race.  This entails each of us to enter these special fenced-in holding areas that correspond to the colors of our race numbers.  There are three race starts: the Orange Group, The Blue Group, and the Green Group.  Each group MUST stay in their respective corrals; it is THE LAW!  There are security people to remind you of this.

Additionally, to safely cater to a start of over 42,000 runners and stagger the start times, there are three separate waves: 9:40 AM, 10:00 AM, and 10:20 AM.  Each start time consists of roughly 1/3 the runners, or 14,000 runners.  Luckily, I am in Wave 1, so my start time is 9:40 AM.  Better to get this race over with sooner rather than later, I thought.

8:40 AM – Avoiding FMAO (Freezing My Ass Off)

While waiting in my fenced-in corral, my sole goal at this time was to avoid freezing my ass off.  There was still another hour until the race start and at this time, the temperature was in the low 40s.  This is where listening to someone’s good advice really came into play.  My friend Bob used his previous marathon experience to suggest that I bring a big plastic leaf bag to keep myself warm and dry in.  Thank God I listened to him!  I had my precious leaf bag with me to use and use it I did!  I enveloped much of my body in this Plastic Palace, which prevented FMAO big time.  I ripped a hole in the top of this bag and every once in a while, I’d pop my head out like a prairie dog just to see what was going on around me.

9:15 AM – Escape Artists

Access to my corral was now closed and we started to slowly move towards the start line.  A number of runners who did not heed the incessant warnings blaring out from all the loudspeakers to enter their corrals early were now denied entry and were desperately watching us from the other side of the fence.  Many tried and succeeded to escape from No-Man’s Land by dangerously scaling the fence onto our side.  There wasn’t enough security and the one security guy who was in charge tried in vain to deny their tumultuous leaps.  Hey, this race cost each of us $149 and many runners came here from thousands of miles away with Marathon Dreams.  Nothing was going to stop them from achieving their dream.

9:25 AM – Adrenaline Time

To illustrate how one feels at this moment, think about the most important event you had in your life such as getting married or having a baby.  Now go back in time by about 15 minutes; this is how I felt.  We all were now lined up behind the start line with one of the biggest bridges in the World with its arms stretched out ready to welcome us across.  However, there were still 15 minutes to go.  The waiting.  The thinking.  The nervousness.  The excitement.  You want to start already and focus on running your race, but those 15 minutes…. damn!

There was a young runner next to me dressed from head-to-toe in military clothing, boots and all.  I’m sure he’s a military guy; maybe a veteran of the Iraqi War.  On his back was a military backpack loaded with 50 pounds of stuff.  I thought to myself, “If this guy can go this distance dressed like that, then boy, I have no excuse”.

9:46 AM – Crossing The Start Line

Finally the cannon goes off and the race has officially started.  I am somewhere in the back with a few thousand runners in front of me.  Waiting for all these runners to leave, It will take about another six minutes before I actually cross the start line.  Finally, runners around me are beginning to pump their legs up and down the way you see pistons in a car engine start moving.  I am now moving!  Six minutes later, I run across the start line sensor.  The D-Tag antenna tied to my sneaker laces immediately triggers my personal start time with this sensor.  My race has officially started and I just began my participation of the 40th running of the New York City Marathon!

9:46:05 AM – The Watch Situation (aka: WTF?!)

As soon as I cross the start line, I start my pacer watch.  This watch is intended to pace me throughout the course, for pacing is everything when running a marathon.  If you go out too fast, you are doomed to burn out during the second half because a Marathon literally drains the energy out of you.  Keeping a steady pace that your body is accustomed to will ensure that you will finish strong without burning out.

Three seconds after starting my pacer watch, I notice that the pacer screen is reading “00:00”… I forgot to calibrate the damn watch with the satellites in the sky!  I had to make a split decision: to run blindly the entire race without knowing my pace, or to stop for a minute and calibrate the watch.  Luckily my logical mind took over and I decided to calibrate.  This required me to stop running entirely, pull over to the concrete median of the Bridge, place my watch on the median, and reboot the watch while it calibrated itself.  Unfortunately, this requires the watch to be PERFECTLY STILL, so that is why I couldn’t do this while running.  While it was calibrating, I briefly glanced at the 500+ runners passing me by while the Bridge was shaking from their collective weight.  Some of them were probably thinking, “What’s wrong with this guy just standing there after the start line?”

As soon as pacer screen turned back on, I knew that the watch was now ready for business.  While I probably lost about 1 minute from my race time, I knew that this was a worthy sacrifice for I now can see my pace for the remainder of the race.

Mile 2 – Disrespecting the Great Italian Explorer Giovanni da Verrazano

After passing Mile 1 in the middle of the Verrazano Bridge, which is THE highest point in the entire Marathon, I felt like I was on top of the World.  Thank God that I made that decision about my pacer watch early on because I ended up consulting my watch 1,000 more times throughout the race.

After I pass Mile 1, which is the top of the bridge parabola, I start experiencing the downhill, which is a great feeling.  After passing the second span of the Bridge, I notice a whole bunch of runners peeing off the side of the roadway.  I’m saying to myself this derogatory thought, “Look at those guys just peeing in front of everyone!  What’s their problem?!”.  With all apologies to the great Italian explorer with whom this great bridge is named for, Giovanni da Verrazano, I feel the urge myself and end up participating in this pee-fest.  Luckily, that will be the first and last time that I pee DURING the Marathon.  After that, I will  learn that my body needs every drop of liquid that it can get.

Going across the Bridge, it is very quiet; only a few thousand runners all focused on their pace.  As soon as I enter the off ramp onto 92nd Street, there’s a sea of humanity just looking at all the runners in awe.  Passing this humanity, I suddenly hear loud cheering combined with hand clapping.  There are many runners around me, but I feel that everyone is cheering only for me and I’m sure every runner feels the same way.  The excitement gets overwhelming for me; my pace just dropped down from a 9:00 to 8:20.  I must keep to my pace, which is 9:00.  I quickly put the brakes on and slow myself down closer to a 9:00 pace.  This will happen to me dozens of more times until Mile 21.

Miles 3 – 7 High Five Time

After making a few twists and turns after leaving the Verrazano, I finally find myself on 4th Avenue staring at thousands of cheering spectators on both sides of the street.  “Boy, they certainly make it hard for a serious runner to focus on this race”, I said to myself.  It was impossible for me to entirely focus, so I did what a number of other runners were doing: which is to have fun.  Once in Sunset Park, the streets were lined with miles of little Hispanic kids with their hands up in the air waiting for runners to “high five” them.  There was a German runner near me slapping every single little hand, so I decided to join in.  Every time I high-fived a kid, it was as if some super hero touched them with their powers.  This was a great feeling, but I realized that if I continued doing this, I would be wasting my energy, so no more high-fiving for me!

Mile 8 – Angels from Above

After running on the straightaway of 4th Avenue for several miles, I started to get a little bored and lonely, which is ironic since I was running amongst thousands of runners.  As soon as I reached Mile 8, the point where runners from the Orange, Blue and Green Groups merge in front of the famous Williamsburg Saving Bank building in Fort Greene, I heard people screaming out my name from behind.  I turn around to see my running pals Alan and Jerry frantically jumping up and down shouting out my name.  They were spectators and they were doing a very good job motivating me.  This was just the boost I needed to help me get through the rest of Brooklyn and Queens.

Mile 9 – A Gorilla in my Mist

While running through Fort Greene, a gorilla passes me.  No, not a real gorilla, but a runner dressed from head to toes in a gorilla costume.  Besides this gorilla, there will be a series of runners dressed as clowns, an eiffel tower, a waiter carrying a bottle of wine on a tray, and other interesting assortment of characters.  Hey, we’re in New York, what do you expect?

Mile 15 – The 59th Street Bridge

After running in Brooklyn up Bedford Avenue, Greenpoint Avenue, then crossing the halfway point across a little bridge into Queens, it was only a matter of time before I entered the 59th Street Bridge (aka: The Queensboro Bridge).  If there’s any other part of the NYC Marathon that tests one’s mettle, THIS IS IT!  Boys enter this bridge on one end and get spat out as men on the other.   The bridge is only a mile long, but that 1/2 mile incline on the Queens side tests you.  Runners all around me were desperately trying to scale that incline while keeping their pace intact, a feat that became obviously unreachable to the majority of runners around me since they were slowing down or just walking it.  Don’t forget, we already have 15 miles under our belts and now we are forced to deal with this cruel and relentless man-made mountain called the 59th Street Bridge.

Mile 19 – It’s Bob!

After the 59th Street Bridge, the next major challenge was 1st Avenue.  This is now Mile 16 and with some fatigue starting to set in, this avenue seems to go on forever!  The one redeeming quality of this part of the race are the hundreds of thousands of exhilarated race fans lining the entire length of this 4-mile corridor and the non-stop cheering one hears throughout.

At Mile 19, I pass by a runner who I think I know.  It’s Bob!  He’s the guy I trained with this whole year.  We were supposed to run this race together from the start and pace each other, but since we started this race in separate groups, that wasn’t going to be possible.  I now wanted to run the remainder of this race with Bob, but he told me to go ahead of him.  I found out later that he was injured with a stress fracture in his foot, but he still valiantly pushed on to the end of the race.  You go Bob!

Mile 20 – The South Bronx

I run across a small bridge into the South Bronx.  As I cross the bridge, I see bagpipe players playing traditional Irish music.  Yes, only in New York would you hear live bagpipe music playing in the South Bronx!

Mile 21 – Kicking it up a Notch

I am now at Mile 21.  I’ve been a good boy so far and listened to advice given to me by my Jedi Master Mario who stressed that I do “9-Minute Miles”.  Now that I am finished running 75% of this race with a lot of energy still in me, I decide to kick it up a notch and pick up my speed.  My pacer watch drops down to an 8:35 pace and I plan on making this my new pace for the remainder of the race.

Mile 22 – The Return of the Angels

As I pass Mile 22 and approach Marcus Garvey Park in Harlem, I see my friends Alan and Jerry again.  This time it seems that they are screaming my name even louder than before.  I take a few seconds out of my run to give them each a big hearty high-five as I excitedly shout out to them in the most manly way possible.  This refuels my emotional battery and I possess this attitude, “Nothing can stop me now!”

2009 NYC Marathon

Miles 23 – 26 – Cramping my Style

I’m at Mile 23 and I’m running parallel to Central Park.  Soon I’ll be entering the Park itself.  I’m maintaining that 8:35 pace as I had started two miles earlier.  The prospect of me finishing this endeavor in three more miles at such a fast pace excites me to no end.  Many runners burn out by now.  This has so far been a textbook race for me.  The runners have thinned out, the street is narrower and the fans seem to be even more fervent than before.  What could go wrong?

I spoke too soon.  Like a race car blowing its tire during the final stretch of the Indianapolis 500, I blew my own tire.  More specifically, I developed an excruciatingly painful cramp in my lower right calf, so painful that I had to stop my running entirely.  I remained frozen like a statue for a few seconds and waited for the pain to subside.  As I did this, I tried to start running again while shaking out the pain.  I so desperately wanted to maintain my great pace, but this cramp thing got in the way.

For the next three miles, this cramp routine repeated itself several more times and of course without warning.  I was now at Mile 26.  I just entered the Southwest corner of Central Park with only 2/10 of a mile to go.  The finish line is only moments away…

Mile 26.1 – God Help Me

I’m at my 8:35 pace again for the eighth time and I can actually see the precious finish line only 100-some-odd yards away.  Just when I’m savoring the thought of completing my Marathon Destiny, one more leg cramp rears its ugly head.  I’m limping again and holding my hand on the bad leg while reaching out towards the finish line with my other hand.  I quickly shake out the cramp and pick up my speed determined to cross the finish with a newly-found fury.

Mile 26.2 – The Finish Line

I was so excited at the prospect of breaking my goal of four hours that as I passed the finish line, I held my hands up high with an animalistic look in my face, the look of a hungry carnivore that had just eaten a 26.2-mile race.

I found out later that day that I had achieved my goal of finishing in under four hours by completing it in 3:56:58.  A personal best!

Mile 26.2+ – The Death March

After passing the finish line and catching my breath from running for four hours, a finisher’s medal was immediately placed around my neck, then a silver mylar blanket was wrapped around my body to keep whatever body heat was left from escaping.  A post-race photo was taken of me, then a goody bag full of fruit, nuts, snacks and water was placed in my hand.

Just when I thought that the Marathon was over, it wasn’t.  For the next mile or so, temporary fences were placed after the finish line that forced all of the finishers to continue walking another mile or so.  This walk is known as the Death March, for immediately after finishing the Marathon, all finishers are required to walk that extra mile in order to escape the confines of the fences.  Just looking at the hundreds of runners slowly limping along this route all wrapped up in their heat-saving mylar blankets, you can see the word ‘pain’ etched on their faces.

5:15 PM – Ice Bath Time

As soon as I got home, there was just one more torturous activity that I needed my body to undergo: It was ice bath time!  No, I wasn’t filling my bathtub full of ice to keep cans of Budweiser cold for a party; I was doing it to keep my legs cold.  Submerging one’s legs under ice cold water and ice cubes for 20 minutes helps lessen the effects of post-race swelling.  As soon as I submerged my legs under this ice-cold water, a shock of pain bolted up through my body.  From talking to my friend Gus, I knew that this ice bath was a necessary evil that would help with a good post-race recovery.

It took me an entire week for me to fully recuperate and run again.  While I was running with my friends from the Staten Island Athletic Club (SIAC), I talked about the idea of someday doing this Marathon Thing again.

Special Thanks to Mario and Gus for giving me the right advice for my Marathon training.

Thanks to…

Bob for picking me up in the morning.

Alan and Jerry for cheering me on at Miles 8 and 22.

Uncle Richard for taking my picture at Mile 7.

Maria for holding onto the sweatshirt I threw at her at Mile 5.

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