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This page is intended to immortalize the words of
Central Park Track Club people. As is customary for this
web site, everything is supported by factual details (dates, places,
witnesses, photographs, audio-visual clips, etc.). This page
will grow over time, but obviously that will depend on your contribution
of new stories.
#1501. WHO: Margaret
Angell
WHEN: May 2004
WHERE: New
England Runner Magazine
WHAT THE ARTICLE SAID:
'Two athletes with large upsides on the day were
Margaret Angell, 27, of NYC and the BAA's Cathi Campbell,
36, of Allston, MA. Training with the Central Park Track Club
former Harvard track captain Angell's effort paid off in a PR
2:44:05 with the most even splits of the day - 1:21:58 out, 1:22:07
in.
"I felt that the key to my training was to make a 6:10 per
minute mile pace comfortable for a very long run," explained
Angell. "On race day I wanted to go out between 6:10 and
6:15 pace, run relaxed yet focused, and then try to push as hard
as I could in the last 10K. At the halfway mark I was exactly
where I wanted to be. I felt comfortable and I focused on maintaining
my pace through 20 miles. After the half way point the other competitors
started coming back to me. I focused my attention on the next
runner, then the next runner, the next, etc.
"My coach and I talk a lot about finishing a race with dignity.
It's our philosophy that in the last 10K, a marathoner should
have one aggressive move left, I chose mile 23 in the long stretch
along the edge of the park. I ran a 6:07 mile and passed about
7-10 women. After that I just focused on the finish line. I was
a little surprised at how even the splits were, but I think it
was because I was not too aggressive early and then focused on
performing in the last 10K."
#1500. WHO: Kate
Irvin
WHEN: May 18, 2004
WHERE: Columbia Track
WHAT SHE SAID: "I just love getting shorter and faster."
#1499. WHO: Alan
Ruben
WHEN: May 6, 2004
WHERE: One-mile race at the Armory
SITUATION: Asked by a teammate why he wasn't running in the first
heat.
WHAT HE SAID: "Give me a break. I just ran two marathons."
#1498. WHO: Sid
Howard and Catherine Stone-Borkowski
WHEN: March, 28-29 2004
WHERE: The Boston Herald
WHAT THE ARTICLES SAID:
CANADIAN POSTS MIRACULOUS MILE
By Joe Reardon/ Track Notebook
Monday, March 29, 2004
...
Howard still on run
Sid Howard has no intention of slowing
down any time soon either. The 65-year-old Howard has been on
a tear of late, breaking American age-group records in the 800-meter
run (2:19.4), 1,500 meters (4:56.36) and the mile (5:23.1).
The soft-spoken Plainfield, N.J., resident's
60-year-old mark of 2:12.71 in the 800 is still the fastest ever
run.
Howard is still on a high from the recent World
Masters Indoor Track Championships in Sindlefingen, Germany. Racing
against some of the best Master athletes in the world, Howard
used his deadly kick to take home the gold medal in the 800 and
1,500.
"The Lord blessed me with this gift and
I'm sharing my gratitude," Howard said matter of factly.
"I hope when they call for all the guys 100 and over to the
starting line, I'll be one of those guys."
Howard wasn't about to share first place on the
Reggie Lewis track. Racing in the 65-69 800, Howard got off to
a strong start and was never challenged as he crossed the line
in 2:23.79, nearly three seconds ahead of Mack Stewart
of Katy, Texas (2:26.36).
Howard plans to rest up over the next few weeks
and focus on August, when he'll be competing at the nationals
in Decatur, Ill., and the North American Championships in Puerto
Rico.
Howard hopes his achievements on the track inspire
both his peers and younger athletes. "If anybody can see
me and take a benefit from anything I've achieved, that's important
to me," he said.
Martin wins 800
Middle-distance aces Catherine Stone-Borkowski
of Ringwood, N.J., and Kathy Martin of Northport, N.Y.,
wrapped up phenomenal weekends on the track as both captured wins
in the 800.
Stone-Borkowski used her dominant kick over the
final 200 meters for a 2:25.26 win in the 40-44 division. The
win was her second after copping the gold in Saturday's mile.
Martin showed no ill effects from her American-record
win in Friday night's 3,000-meter run and Saturday's mile victory
in the 50-54 age group by falling just one second short of the
world record with a 2:28.07.
"I felt strong," said Martin. "I
just miscalculated the first lap. I was going for the world record
and I just missed it."
Said Stone-Borkowski, "I was hoping someone
would take it out. I didn't go for time today, just the win."
Steve Sergeant of Charlestown ran away
from the field in the 800 in 2:00.77 and Boston's Everad Samuels
won the 45-49 200-meter dash in 22.88.
RUNAWAY VICTORY: Champion rolls on in mile
By Joe Reardon/ Notebook
Sunday, March 28, 2004
Defending 800-meter champion Catherine Stone-Borkowski
of Ringwood, N.J., warmed up for today's 40-44-year-old group
race by using her blazing kick to take the mile in 5:18.85 yesterday
at the National Masters Indoor Championships at the Reggie Lewis
Track and Athletic Center.
The former University of Arkansas All-American
defeated runner-up Mary Beth Evans of Scarsdale, N.Y.,
by almost seven seconds.
Stone-Borkowski, a national body-building champion,
took a 10-year hiatus from track to concentrate on bodybuilding
and only recently returned to the oval, toned and 20 pounds heavier.
"I took the time and completely changed
the look of my body," said Stone-Borkowski. "I used
to be really thin. I feel a lot stronger now. It helps me a lot."
Stone-Borkowski captured the cross-country nationals
in the 40-44 division last fall in Holmdel, N.J.
"I was really surprised," said Stone-Borkowski.
"I had only run one cross-country race prior to that in 20
years."
Despite her uncontested win in the mile, Stone-Borkowski
wasn't totally pleased. She hoped to conserve a little more energy
for the 800 race. "Unfortunately, I kicked harder than I
wanted but I'll be all right for tomorrow," she said.
Stone-Borkowski hasn't ruled out a run at her
personal best time she accomplished during her college years.
She has recently run 2:19. Today, though, she'll be going for
the win.
"My best was 2:13 and I don't think that's
out of my range," Stone-Borkowski said. "We'll just
see what this race holds. I really want to win here and worry
about time later."
#1497. WHO: Stefani
Jackenthal
WHEN: May 2003
WHERE: Attaché
Magazine
WHAT SHE WROTE:
ROCKS AND ROLLS
An intrepid triathlete wages an uphill battle
with the rugged terrain of the Catskills.
By STEFANI JACKENTHAL
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AT PRECISELY 9 a.m., someone yelled, Go!
Like elephants charging a peanut factory, 182 pairs of feet funneled
across the narrow wooden bridge and scattered up the first of
many steep ascents. Civilization would not be seen for hours.
It was just like every third Sunday in July for the last quarter
of a century. This was the 26th annual 30K (18.6-mile) Escarpment
Trail Run race. No award. No fancy categories. In
fact, the only thing race director Dick Vincent did give out (besides
a terrific spread of bagels and fruit at the end) is the broken
bones pin to the finisher with the best injury. Busted bones
arent necessarybruises, scrapes, and gashes will do.
Billed as for mountain goats only,
the rocky, ankle-biting course in New Yorks Catskills has
nearly 10,000 vertical feet of elevation change, slippery rocks,
hidden roots, extremely steep downhills, and narrow cliffs. And
racers cant get enough. Each year the coveted 200 slots
sell out months in advance, with runners coming from as far away
as Michigan, Iowa, and Canada. This year I was one of them.
Why would I want to do something so tormenting?
Id like to say that its all my friend Erics
fault. Hed been fired up for the Run since last summer.
And because his wife was now pregnant, I, by default, became his
adventure partner. In May, we got so lost in an orienteering race
that little kids and senior citizens were passing us. Two weeks
later, in a three-person adventure race, I royally rolled my ankle
and looked for the next three weeks as if I was wearing a violet
sock. As I signed the Escarpment race application, which clearly
stated, You are responsible for your own medical costs,
including the cost incurred if an evacuation is necessary,
I was filled with both dread and excitement.
When Sunday arrived, Eric picked me up in front
of my Manhattan apartment at the ungodly hour of 4:45 a.m. Three
hours later, with the mercury already pushing 90 degrees and the
humidity hovering at 100 percent, we loaded onto the yellow school
bus that took us to the starting line in the town of Windham.
For the next 45 minutes, I nervously nibbled a Power Bar while
seasoned veterans lent advice and spun tales about past races.
Did you hear about the swarm of bees in 1987? Dont
leave it all on the first hill. Just remember at the
top of Blackhead, youre only halfway there. Unlike
other races, there is no sag wagon or bailout point. Once you
start, the only way to reach the finish is by footor rescue
chopper.
As I stood fidgeting anxiously with my Camelbak
hydration system at the start line, amongst the crowd of sinewy
runners, Eric shook his head, saying, What did we get ourselves
into? Exactly what I was thinking. We exchanged sympathetic,
sweaty high-fives and were off. One hundred and eighty-two competitors
squeezed through the tight bridge, no wider than a swimming-pool
lane. Casual chatting evaporated, and heavy breathing filled the
bloated mountain air as the rock-peppered trail turned upward.
I dodged and weaved through the school of struggling
Lycra-clad racers. I lost Eric. The frantic pace settled into
a tempo trot for some, a power walk for others. I silently repeated
my mantra: An object in motion stays in motion. My
head hung heavy, while I constantly scanned for safe footing.
The pack broke up and six fit, lean guys tapped
their way up the rock-strewn path. Among them was Peter Allen,
a 42-yearold sculptor from New Jersey. Four years earlier the
seasoned veteran placed second, finishing in a scorching 3:01.
This year was the first time I crashed hard, Allen
told me a few days after the race. Midway on a steep descent he
mistakenly put his foot down where there was nothing but three
feet of air. After freefalling past several trees, he stopped
abruptly by sliding headfirst into a rocky ledge, but not before
slicing open his shin on a jutting rock. I was going to
just ignore the episode and remember to brag about it later,
he explained. But it required leaving immediately after
the race for ten stitches. (He had finished in fifth place.)
While Allen aimed to crack three hours, I was
keen to break four. Finishing sans serious injury was my primary
goal. I tagged along with a group moving at a brisk but manageable
pace. My arms pumped like pistons as we snaked up the sheer ridgeline.
Sweat stung my eyes.
The path narrowed and we followed the blue trail
markers to the top of the first arduous climb. The guys skipped
across the slick rocks as I followed anxiously. My head swam from
focusing on every step. I tentatively stepped over the slippery
softball-sized rocks and prayed for flatness, every once in a
while remembering to breathe. Just when I was getting into the
groove, my toe caught a hidden root and I launched
forward. My arms shot out and barely saved my face from smashing
into a pointed shard of rock. I hit the ground hard. You
OK? a bearded man casually asked as he scurried past me.
I wearily nodded my head yes, snapped to my feet, and staggered
after him. Once I stopped shaking, I took inventory of my injuries.
A purple knob appeared on my left kneecap, my palms were scraped
raw, and my nails looked as if I had been digging for night crawlers.
To make matters worse, it started raining, making the footing
slick.
We hit the first major downhill and that was when
I said adieu to my new best friends. As a competitive triathlete,
I had the fitness to hang with the boys on the 40-minute ascent,
but like Spiderman, they plummeted down gnarly, narrow, clifflined
trails and launched off lofty ledges. My Spidey senses warned
me to obey my inner weeniness. I sucked up my ego and cherry-picked
through the reckless rock garden, flopping onto my bum at sketchy
points and scootching over rock ledges.
I was alone for the first time that morning. An
hour into the race, I finally noticed the lovely damp pine smell,
melodic chirping birds, and rain tapping on the tree canopies
overhead. Wet spruce branches tickled my bare arms with their
rain-soaked pointy pods. It was magical.
But the moment was fleeting. I was soon numb to
the spitting rain. The cool, wet boulders soothed my scraped hands
as I clawed my way hand-over-fist up the muddy rock face. Progress
was slow and scary. At the top, orange ribbon lined the route
to a crew of cheering volunteers at the rest stop. They had schlepped
hundreds of gallons of water, Gatorade, and goodies up the mountainside.
I sloshed down some water, munched a handful of
mini-pretzels and the tastiest M&Ms ever, then started down
the wicked steep descent that had claimed Peter Allen. Sitting
back on my heels, I slalomed between trees to cut speed. I fluttered
my arms and desperately grabbed twigs and boulders for balance,
longing for the forgotten gloves I had left at home.
Some time later, without warning, the scree-strewn
trail spilled onto a grassy field and I tumbled across the finish
line. My watch beamed a teasing 4:00:10. I thought of five places
I could have saved ten seconds, but it didnt matterbruised,
scraped, and exhausted, I was exhilarated. As Vincent said, Sore
ribs, skinned hands, and all that jazz is reason to rejoice.
I sipped an icy-cold Coke and eased slowly toward
the mound of mouthwatering melon piled high next to the overflowing
bowl of bagels and containers of cream cheese covering the folding
table. My legs felt as wobbly as a sailor stepping on land after
a month at sea. I dropped onto the grass with a relieved sigh
and traded war stories with fellow racers, all the while watching
for Eric. A half-hour later, looking as frazzled as I felt, he
flopped across the finish line. We embraced in victory and relief.
My stiff body ached all over, and I knew that the next day my
insides would feel as shaken as a dry martini. But right then
I felt as happily buzzed as if I had just finished one.
STEFANI JACKENTHAL resides in Manhattan. Her next
challenge is an urban-adventure romp through New York City.
#1496. WHO: Devon
Martin and Jessica Reifer
WHEN: March 21, 2004
WHERE: At the Armory race
WHAT THEY SAID:
Devon: Coaching this group can be stressful
sometimes.
Jessica: Not because of me. I'm the perfect
athlete.
Devon did not respond to this, but we imagine that
she was thinking all sorts of unprintable things.
#1495. WHO: Jonathan
Cane and Jesse Lansner
WHEN: March 20, 2004
WHERE: At dinner, wondering whether it was a good idea to order
another round of drinks before an 8:00 am group run the next morning.
WHAT THEY SAID:
Jonathan: We can't lead a group run hungover.
Jesse: Laura [a member of the group] is
still here, so we won't be the only ones who don't feel well tomorrow.
Jonathan: No, because
she's just drinking water.
Jesse: I guess she's
smarter than we are.
Jonathan: The water
she's drinking is smarter than we are.
#1494. WHO: Otto
Hoering
WHEN: March 8, 2004
WHERE: New
York Daily News
WHAT HE WROTE:
MIA
Manhattan: President Bush wants us to remember
the leadership he displayed in the wake of the 9/11 terrorist
attacks. I do remember. I remember that he stood on the smoldering
ruins of the World Trade Center and proclaimed that he would find
those responsible for knocking the towers down. So why isn't he
using images of a captured Osama Bin Laden in his reelection campaign
commercials? Otto Hoering
#1493. WHO: John
Gleason
WHEN: March 2, 2004
WHERE: At the Armory workout
WHAT HE SAID: "You're a diamond in the rough. But only time
will tell if the emphasis is on 'diamond' or 'rough.'"
#1492. WHO: Devon
Martin and Jessica Reifer
WHEN: March 2, 2004
WHERE: At the start of the Armory workout
WHAT THEY SAID:
Devon: Jess, here's
the workout.
Jessica: Um--
Devon: Shush!! I don't want to hear it!
#1491. WHO: Kate
Irvin and Andrea Haver
WHEN: February 29, 2004
WHERE: Reacting to the tunes played in the van on the ride
home
WHAT THEY SAID:
Kate: What CD are
you guys playing? Those are strange tunes
Andrea: I think what we are dealing with
is a major generation gap
#1490. WHO: Andrea
Haver
WHEN: February 29, 2004
WHERE: During a speedy ride from Boston to NYC after the track
meet with D'Money on the wheel - making it back in record time.
WHAT SHE SAID: "Devon, you're the man!"
#1489. WHO: Tony
Ruiz
WHEN: February 28, 2004
WHERE: Observing the following photo at Club Night
WHAT HE SAID: "I came over to ask you to take a photo, but
instead I just want to take your place here."

#1488. WHO: Tony
Ruiz and Margaret Angell
WHEN: February 10, 2004
WHERE: On the way home from the Armory
WHAT THEY SAID:
Tony: I've been doing
50 push-ups first thing every morning since I was 18.
Margaret: How do the women in your life
feel about this?
Tony: Why do you think I'm divorced?
#1487. WHO: Mike
Dougherty
WHEN: January 27, 2004
WHERE: Coogan's
WHAT HE SAID: "I'm going to look you up on the internet,
but in a good way."
As Chris Price replied, "Aren't they
all good ways?"
#1486. WHO: Jerome
O'Shaugnessy
WHEN: January 27, 2004
WHERE: The Armory
SETTING: A fellow member commends Jerome for still trying to recruit
members, even at his last workout.
WHAT HE SAID: "I'm still going to be recruiting new members
at the airport."
#1485. WHO: Frank
Handelman
WHEN: January 20, 2004
WHERE: The Armory.
WHAT HE SAID: "My father and his brothers all lived into
their 90s. My wife's fear that I'll be 85 and still running the
800m. My fear is that Sid Howard will still be running better
age-graded times in the same race."
#1484. WHO: Joe
Glickman
WHERE: Metrosports
Magainze
WHAT HE WROTE:
Three women, three countries, three sports. The
common thread: they're all New York City endurance athletes who
excel on a local, regional and national level. Helen Havam, a
27-year-old from Estonia who didn't lace on in-line racing skates
until 1997, now competes against the best in the world. Stefani
Jackenthal, a 37-year-old native New Yorker with a long and eclectic
athletic resume, is a sub-3:00 marathoner (2:59:59 to be exact)
who has competed at the elite level as a cyclist, triathlete and
adventure racer. And duathlete Margaret Schotte, a 27-year-old
Canadian and Harvard grad, has in just two seasons become one
of the top run/bike/run specialists in North America. All three
"wonder women" live in Manhattan, train in Central Park and race
internationally. Read their stories, but prepare to suffer if
you try to keep up with them in a race.
She'll Tri Anything
Name: Stefani Jackenthal
Age: 37
Home: Manhattan
Sport: Triathlete, Cyclist, Adventure
Racer
Full-time job: Journalist, entrepreneur
How's this for a novel personal ad: White Jewish
female, 5 feet, 6.5 inches, 115 pounds, former professional cyclist,
rises at 5 a.m. to swim, bike and/or run. Trains 16 to 18 hours
a week, enjoys sushi, gourmet coffee (black with sugar), yoga,
weight training, low-fat frozen yogurt, fine wine and running
across the Grand Canyon. Seeking like-minded athlete willing to
climb 20,000-foot mountains, swim leech-infested rivers and rappel
sheer granite cliffs. No drugs or meat eaters please. Meet Stefani
Jackenthal, all-around athlete extraordinaire.
Jackenthal's career as a multi-day adventure
racer started innocently enough. A varsity lacrosse player at
SUNY Cortland, Jackenthal began cycling between her sophomore
and junior years to rehab a leg injury. After graduating from
business school in 1991, she cycled through Scandinavia and enjoyed
it so much that she got her racing license when she returned.
Though the first few races scared the sushi out of her, Jackenthal
hung tough, secured a sponsor, and began shining on the national
stage. In 1994 she finished a surprising second during a stage
of a prestigious pro race in Killington, Vt., proving that she
could hang with the top sprinters in the sport. But after damaging
her hip in a pileup in 1995, her umpteenth serious crash, she'd
had enough. After a six-month layoff, Jackenthal started swim
training.
A triathlete was born. By 2001 she earned All-America
Triathlon honors at the Olympic distance. That same year Jackenthal
won the inaugural New York City Triathlon and qualified for the
World Champs in Hawaii at Ironman Lake Placid. How tough is this
petite woman from the Upper West Side? Despite "vomiting her guts
out" in the heat of Hawaii from mile 80 on the bike to mile 20
on the run, she willed herself to carry on and finish. "It was
such a primal experience," she says. "It wasn't pretty but it
showed me how deep I could dig."
In fact, until Jackenthal agreed this year to
be part of a four-person relay team that set out to break the
coed record for cycling across America, she'd planned on qualifying
for Kona a second time to "do it right." Though her team crossed
the country in six days and 16 hours, narrowly missing the record,
Jackenthal raised $15,000, to be split between the American Cancer
Society and the American Lung Association. Her mother, who joined
Jackenthal at the end of her ride, recently endured surgery and
chemotherapy for breast cancer. Despite sleeping about three hours
a night for six days in June, Jackenthal loved the experience.
"One night I was riding in Missouri at 2 a.m., cranking along
while listening to the B52's blaring from the speakers duct-taped
on top of our support vehicle," she says. "The headlights barely
penetrated the mist in the mountains; it was an eerie and strangely
beautiful landscape. I felt part of something larger."
So what's next for this peripatetic jock/journalist/wine
connoisseur who's raced and reported on adventure races all over
the world? "I dunno," she says. "Maybe a cool half-Ironman this
fall; although my running stinks right now. I'm really getting
into videography-filming adventure races with a mini DVD player.
Did I mention in September I'm headed to Primal Quest in Lake
Tahoe ."
Fastest Female on Five Wheels
Name: Helen Havam
Age: 27
Home: Manhattan
Sport: In-line skating
Full-time job: Administrative assistant
Born and raised in Estonia (a small country
between Latvia and Russia that gained its independence in 1991),
Helen Havam was a national junior champ in the heptathlon with
Olympic aspirations. Made up of seven track and field events,
the heptathlon is the female equivalent of the decathlon. After
high school, however, Havam stopped training and started working
at the Foreign Ministry. In 1996, she came to New York for a two-year
stint at the Estonian Consulate; she's been here ever since.
A year after arriving in the Big Apple, Havam
bought a pair of recreational skates. Every day after work she
and a co-worker headed to Central Park to do a lap as fast as
they could. One evening, she blew by accomplished local racer
Bobby Piedra, who stared in disbelief at the 5-foot, 3-inch woman
whizzing by on four wheels. Much to her dismay, he took up the
chase, attempting to fraternize with her all the way around the
park. By the time they finished the 6.2-mile lap, Piedra asked
if she'd like to log another lap, something she'd never done before.
In the months that followed, Piedra had Helen on the faster five-wheel
skates and began teaching her the nuances of the technically demanding
sport. In October, he convinced her to check out a "fun" race
in Georgia called the Athens to Atlanta. She finished the 86 undulating
miles in 5:21, third in her age group. Though her back ached for
weeks, she eventually married her in-line mentor and vowed to
learn all she could about her new sport.
In 1999, Havam finished in the money in a prominent
pro race out West. In 2002, she made the U.S. National Team and
qualified for the World Marathon Champs, although she couldn't
compete because she's not a U.S. citizen. Earlier this year, however,
Havam represented Estonia at the European Championships in Italy.
"It's the biggest race of my career," she says. Havam competed
in eight events, finishing fourth in the 500-meter sprint and
13th in the 26.2-mile marathon.
Havam trains six days a week, two to three hours
a day. Though she's the dominant skater in the East, she still
considers herself a "new skater" compared to the international
competitors who've been racing for a decade or more. Getting her
to brag about her accomplishments is nearly as difficult as defeating
her on the road. "Every race gives you more experience," she says.
"I'm still learning. I just love the feeling of pushing hard and
doing my best. If my best isn't good enough to win, I'll train
harder and go again next year."
A Two-Sport Terror
Name: Margaret Schotte
Age: 27
Home: Manhattan
Sport: Duathlon
Full-time job: Rare book dealer
Ask Ontario native Margaret Schotte, the former
captain of the cross-country and track teams at Harvard University,
what her best 10K time is and she equivocates like an elected
official. "Well, it's not that fast."
How fast?
"Well, just 37:05," she says. "I should be able
to go faster."
In elementary school, Schotte (pronounced Scotty,
as in "Beam me up") gravitated to running because, she says in
her wry, self-effacing style, "I had absolutely no coordination
to do anything else." Under the rigorous coaching she enjoyed
(and endured) in high school, Schotte was the Canadian national
champ at 3,000 meters. At Harvard, where she majored in history
and literature, she focused more on the rich social and academic
world of Cambridge, Mass., and less on running. "I was faster
in high school than I was in college," she says. "There was so
much going on, not to mention all the junk food I consumed."
In 1999 she moved to Manhattan, got a job as
a rare-book dealer on 55th and Park Avenue and joined the Central
Park Track Club. Schotte found the camaraderie and laid-back attitude
a "good environment to recharge my running batteries," she says.
In 2001, she began cycling to soothe her ailing hamstrings. After
completing the 325-mile New York-to-Boston AIDS ride, Schotte
continued training on two wheels throughout the winter. Last fall,
she tried her first duathlon and was the second woman and eighth
overall. She won her next race, the Central Park Biathlon. "My
strength as a cross-country runner came through on the bike,"
Schotte says.
Last winter, Jonathan Cane, a personal trainer
and competitive cyclist whom she met during speed workouts in
Central Park, hooked her up with Kirk Whiteman, a spinning instructor
and elite track cyclist. "Kirk turned my sluggish distance-runner
legs into decent biking legs," she says. This spring Schotte eyed
the duathlon race calendar like a book dealer would a first edition
of Boswell. "I was chomping at the bit to race," she says.
In 2003 Schotte crushed the field in each of
the four duathlons she's done. At the Canadian Nationals this
July, the 5-foot, 7-inch, 140-pound bookworm won the 10K/40K/5K
race comfortably. "I had a smile on my face the whole race," she
says.
#1483. WHO: Stacia
Schlosser
WHEN: November 2, 2003
WHERE: The post-marathon party at The Parlour.
WHAT SHE SAID: "I don't care what you write on the website
as long as it doesn't mention me. Of course, now you'll probably
put that on the site."
Well, if you insist...
#1482. WHO: John
Prather and Stuart Calderwood
WHEN: November 2, 2003
WHERE: The post-marathon party at The Parlour.
WHAT THEY SAID:
John: "From now on I want you
introduce me just as 'John who used to run with CPTC and now lives
in Arizona' and not add anything else."
Stuart: "Sure."
John: "Thanks."
Stuart: (turning to the person next to him): "This
is John. He once ran a 10k in 30 minutes."
#1481. WHO: Yves-Marc
Courtines and Alexandra Horowitz
WHEN: October 23, 2003
THE SETTING: Yves-Marc had just made a hooting sound during
the workout.
WHAT THEY SAID:
Yves-Marc: "That sound means
to start the pickup."
Alex: "So all those construction workers
are actually telling me to run faster!"
#1480. WHO: Margaret
Angell and Kevan Huston
WHEN: October 23, 2003
THE SETTING: The recently married Kevan was pusing Kieran
Calderwood's baby jogger during the workout.
WHAT THEY SAID:
Margaret: "Are you running with
that baby jogger for practice?"
Kevan: "No. Why, do you know something
I don't?"
#1479. WHO: Marty
Levine
WHEN: October 14, 2003
WHAT HE SAID: "The only thing worse than being a Yankees
fan in Boston this weekend was being beat by Trot Nixon and Mike
Timlin's wives by almost six minutes in the Boston Half Marathon."
According to the race
website, "Included in the field were Red Sox wives Dawn
Timlin (wife of Mike), who placed 1001st (1:50:55); and Kathryn
Nixon (wife of Trot) who placed 1002nd (1:50:56). Both
were running as part of the Dana-Farber team of runners, who competed
and fundraised to fight cancer. More than 400 Dana-Farber
Runners were among the field." Marty finished in 1:52:30.
#1478. WHO: Yves-Marc
Courtines
TO: Mark Sowa
WHEN: October 5, 2003, during Grete's Great Gallop
WHAT HE SAID: "There are only two women ahead of you!"
Hearing this, the runner next to Mark asked him:
"What race are you running, anyway?"
#1477. WHO: Kim
Mannen
TO: Jessica Reifer
WHEN: September 7, 2003, after Jessica finished the Fifth
Avenue Mile
WHAT SHE SAID: "Come here. I want to spank you!"
#1476. WHO: Sid
Howard
WHERE: RunnersWorld.com,
A Brief Chat with Sid Howard by Peter Gambaccini,
September 5, 2003
Sid Howard, 64, a
great-grandfather from New Jersey, won the 1500 meters gold medal
in 5:04.19 for the 60-64 age group at the World Masters Athletics
Championships in Puerto Rico in July. In August, he won
the 1500 in 4:57.97 and the 800 in 2:21.94 at the USA Masters
Championships in Eugene. On his 60th birthday, Howard, who
competes for the Central Park Track Club, had set a 60 and over
indoor world record of 2:12.75 for 800 meters. At age 59,
he received his B.S.W. degree from Kean University if New Jersey
Runner's World Daily: Is this 1500
your first individual world championship?
Sid Howard: It is. Twenty
years ago in the same place, Puerto Rico, I ran the World Games
and I didn't make the finals of the 800 or the 1500. A friend
of mine was running the marathon and said "why don't you
run 20 miles of the marathon with me?" I was only running
after five years at that time. We got to the 20-mile mark,
and instead of me stopping, he stopped. I ran the whole
marathon in 2:46:47. Someone said "Sid, they're looking
for you, you got third place." But I wasn't legally
entered into the marathon.
The next time I ran the World meet was 1989, when
I was 50. I got sixth place in the 800 and seventh place
in the 1500. I finally made the finals. In '95, in
Buffalo, I got my first medal, a second place in the 800.
In '99, I got a bronze medal but I broke the American record (60
and over) with a 2:12.71 in the 800. Two years later in
Australia, I got the silver medal in the 800 and still got fourth
place in the 1500. So I never even won a medal in the 1500
until this year.
RWD: Was this 1500 a close race?
SH: It was close until the
last lap. We had 16 people in the race because we didn't
have a prelim. Nobody wanted to take the lead. Nobody
wanted to sacrifice themselves. It was more of a tactical
race; I actually ran seven seconds faster at the Nationals.
My closest competitor was a guy from Norway, and the third guy
was from Great Britain. I led with a lap to go. It
was pretty close until the last 120 meters, and I had a nice finishing
kick.
RWD: You've set world records and
relay records and won lots of national championships. Is
this your happiest running achievement?
SH: I love the team golds more
than anything. I love relay records more than individual.
But for individual accomplishment, I can't get higher than this.
I set world records, and records are made to be broken, and no
one can ever take away the fact that I won the 2003 world championship
in the 1500 for men 60 to 64.
RWD: There was a large Central Park
Track Club contingent in Puerto Rico. You've meant a lot
to them, leading by example, but it must work both ways. They
keep you interested.
SH: It was good to have my
teammates there in Puerto Rico to cheer me on. That had
to help me tremendously. Without the team, my succcess would
not be what it is today. I have to give the team a lot of
credit. Training by myself is never the same as when I train
with the team. When I'm by myself and I set out to do eight
quarters (400s), when I get to the fifth one, I say "oh,
I think I've had enough." When I'm with the team and
I know I'm tired and I look over at my teammates and they're still
going at it, that helps me tremendously. Nothing's better
than team camaraderie.
RWD: Were your 800 and 1500 wins
in Eugene pretty convincing?
SH: They were exciting races,
especially the 1500. On the last lap, I took the lead.
I wanted to have those guys chase me down the backstretch and
pass me, which they did. I know that in the 1500, you only
have the opportunity to make one quick move. I wanted those
guys to make their move on the backstretch so I could save mine
for 150 to go. That's when I started my kick.
RWD: You're been running great in
age groups for over 20 years. Physically, how do you keep
it going at that level?
SH: I don't run on the roads
and do roadracing as much as I used to. I don't do any road
workouts with the team if I can help it. I think a lot of
it has to do with my diet, that I've been a vegetarian for over
25 years. I don't do a lot of quantity; I do a lot of quality.
I think that has helped me maintain my speed and my fitness.
I do 400 sit-ups in the morning, five days a week, and try to
stretch as well as I can. I take two days off a week now;
I took no days off when I was younger.
RWD: In December you do the Pete
McArdle 15-K cross country in Van Cortlandt Park in the Bronx,
with three laps of those difficult back hills. That's unusual
for an 800/1500 guy.
SH: I will always do that Pete
McArdle. He was one of my idols. That basically sets
me up for indoor track. Whenver I can do those three times
around, that gives me a lot of confidence that I'm going to have
a good indoor season. That's the longest distance (15-K)
that I run, and it helps me out tremendously.
RWD: Do you figure you'll be racing
well into your 70s?
SH: I was hoping I would be
one of the first men at the age of 100 to actually not jog but
run. Next year, I'm going into a new age group. Every
age group gives you something to motivate you. I'm doing
to continue hitting age groups until three digits, one-zero-zero.
#1475. WHO: Isaya
Okwiya and Devon Martin
WHEN: August 16, 2003
WHERE: Post-softball game dinner on Devon's rooftop deck
WHAT THEY SAID:
Isaya: "Breasts are nice, but
I prefer legs."
Devon: "Of course you do; you're a runner."
Isaya: "I thought we were talking about the
chicken."
#1474. WHO: Paul
Carbonara
WHERE: Metrosports
New York
Sweat, Rides and Rock 'n' Roll
By Jonathon Cane
A strange collision of worlds happens around sunrise
on weekend mornings in New York City. While club-goers doing
the "walk of shame" head home from a long night on the
town, cyclists zip through the streets on their way to races in
Central and Prospect parks. Ask a member of either group,
and it's likely they'll tell you that the other is crazy.
One exception is Paul Carbonara. As both the guitarist
with the timeless rock group Blondie and a regular on the local
cycling scene, Carbonara is one of the few New Yorkers who is
equally comfortable in either world.
Carbonara began riding in 1991 as a way to get in shape and help
motivate him to quit smoking. When he entered and won his
first race, he was hooked. At the time, Carbonara was playing
the New York club scene and supplementing his income with a variety
of jobs, including work as a computer programmer, construction
worker and stockbroker. When he got the Blondie gig in 1997,
it meant a steady income, but also a steady dose of traveling.
Despite the time on the road, Carbonara manages to stay in top
shape, and he still races regularly when he's in the city.
Carbonara sat down with MetroSports to talk about his dual lives.
MSNY: Which came first music or bikes?
PC: I'm lucky. I love music and knew what I wanted
to do when I was 11 years old. I've been riding for over 10 years
now and recently got into running as a way to stay in shape when
I don't have the bike on the road. I found out I can run OK and
started racing some duathlons last year.
MSNY: Can you ride when you're out on tour with Blondie?
PC: If we're traveling by tour bus, I take my bike
everywhere. After the show, we drive overnight to the next
venue. We usually get to the hotel around 6 A.M., and I'll
go right out for a ride and then take a nap before the afternoon
sound check. One time I rode 100 miles before a show, and
I was a basket case on stage that night. Now Debbie [Harry]
has me on a strict 80-mile limit.
MSNY: Your cycling and running teammates must be
surprised when they find out you're in a famous rock 'n' roll
band.
PC: I don't talk about it too much. People
have expectations of what you're supposed to be like.
MSNY: Does that mean it's not all the sex and drugs
and rock 'n' roll that we imagine?
PC: When you're doing anything at a high level you
can't [screw] around. It's the music business.
MSNY: So it's more PowerBars, GU and Gatorade than
bourbon, scotch and beer?
PC: We actually had a tour where no one in the band
even had a beer. The hard part is controlling your diet
with the unbelievable food spreads that are waiting for us in
every city.
MSNY: Even if the stereotypes aren't all true, it
must be hard making the two lifestyles mesh.
PC: It's rough because the hours conflict.
Weekend nights are big for working musicians, and most races are
first thing Saturday or Sunday morning. It was easier when
I was younger. I could go straight out to the race without
any sleep.
MSNY: Now that you've hit the ripe old age of 40,
how much longer can you keep this up?
PC: I don't want to be on the road forever, but one
way or another, I'll be riding and playing until I'm an old man.
#1473. WHO: Audrey
Kingsley
WHERE: At the Thursday Night Road Workout on July 25, 2003
WHAT SHE SAID: "I'm the glue that holds this team together.
The least you could do is mention my name more often on the website!"
OUR RESPONSE: We think this just a ploy to get another mention
on the Famous Quotes page. Of course, it will never work...
#1472. WHO: Brice
Wilson (New York Flyers)
WHERE: New York Flyers Newsletter, June 2003
WHAT HE SAID: "I lost to a girl."
The newsletter then notes that "Margaret Schotte of
CPTC edged him out for first place on the run leg of the Spring
Couples Relay." In this case "edged out" is
shorthand for "Margaret and Brice were running together for
about 1.5 miles of the 2.2 mile run. Then Margaret sped up
and won by 15 seconds."
#1471. WHO: Kim
Mannen and Frank McConville
WHERE: The Houston Chronicle
#1470. WHO: Bill
Haskins and Jerome O'Shaughnessy
TOPIC: The Proposed 150-Mile Relay for Central Park's 150th
Birthday
WHAT THEY SAID:
Bill: Is anybody interested in joining
me in a 150-mile relay to commemorate Central Park's birthday?
Jerome: I'll do it, as long as we're not the only
two runners.
Bill: Don't worry. We'll each run one loop,
and Audrey Kingsley will run the rest.
#1469. WHO: Margaret
Angell
WHERE: RunnersWorld.com,
A Brief Chat with Margaret Angell by Peter Gambaccini,
May 23, 2003
Margaret Angell, 26, ran 2:46:20 for 21st
place at the London Marathon in April and qualified for the 2004
U.S. Olympic Marathon Trials. Angell, a former captain of the
Harvard track team, now lives in New York and competes for the
Central Park Track Club. She prepped for London by dominating
the local roadracing scene in New York this winter, winning the
Joe Kleinerman 10-K in 35:48, the New York Road Runners 20-Mile
in 2:14:41 ("a workout"), the Brooklyn Half-Marathon
in 1:18:37, the Snowflake Four-Mile in 23:15, and the Al Gordon
15-K in 58:09.
Runner's World Daily: Why did you travel to London for
your spring marathon instead of Boston? Did you figure the time
had arrived for you to go under the Trials qualifying time of
2:48?
Margaret Angell: I actually ran London two years ago on
the suggestion of someone from the Central Park Track Club, Craig
Chilton, who had PRed there. He said it was a very fast course,
and there was an all-women's start, which is really exciting and
fun as a female athlete, to just be racing against women. Two
years ago in London, I broke 3:00 for the first time, with a 2:56:58.
Then in New York in 2001 I ran 2:51:41. After that, I felt in
my next marathon I'd go for the sub-2:48, and I really wanted
to do it in New York in 2002, so I trained for a year for that.
And six weeks before New York, I got a stress fracture in my left
foot. I got a recovery regimen which included pool running, which
helped me significantly, and I continued pool running throughout
my training. So when it came to picking a spring marathon to try
to do it (sub-2:48), I felt really good about it--the memories
of the course, the all-women's start.
RWD: A lot of attention was heaped on Paula Radcliffe
and Deena Drossin. Was that distraction, or were you able
to focus on your own mission?
MA: I was standing right behind Deena Drossin on the starting
line. I think it was really cool. Watching Paula come to the line
was really exciting. All the women were cheering for her. She
was really nice; she turned around and said good luck to everybody.
My race is very different from their race. What was sort of nice
about it was it didn't really matter what place I came in. What
mattered to me was my time. Having more fast women around is beneficial.
RWD: You were 1:40 under the qualifier. By mile 24 or so,
were you able to relish that, figuring unless you completely bonked,
you'd made it?
MA: Yeah, except it hurt (laughs). People have asked me
"how did it feel?" Literally, for the last six miles,
the only thought in my head was "stick to this pace, stick
to this pace, just don't slow down." I was really racing
against my own body at that point. There's a huge "800 meters
to go" sign. I still didn't know if I was going to finish
the race. I'd talked to my Coach Tony Ruiz a lot about
keeping that pace consistent throughout, and finishing with the
same amount of dignity that you started with. That was the only
thing I was focusing on. I sort of didn't believe it until I crossed
the finish line.
RWD: Did you find the range distances, the regularity of
races, and the competition level in New York in the winter to
be ideal preparation for London?
MA: Yeah, it was. I also ran the DMR anchor leg for the
Central Park Track Club at indoor nationals. What was key for
me was to have the support of my club team, and to mark my training
with our club team scoring races. The only one that wasn't a team
race was the 20-miler, which I did as a training run. Having that
focus of races for the team helped me tick off check marks along
the way in terms of tuning up. Looking at your own schedule and
lining it up against the New York Road Runners schedule, you think
"I'm going to run a half-marathon four to six weeks before
my marathon, I want to do a really fast 10-K, I want to have shorter
distances involved." I'm more of a strength runner. I need
that speed, and to be able to do a four-mile roadrace and that
indoor season up at the Armory where I ran a couple of times.
To have all that in New York City, and being able to do my pool
running at different pools as well, along with my training in
Central Park with my club, all that infrastructure that goes into
creating a program really helped.
RWD: Are you going to graduate school in September?
MA: I'm doing a joint degree, an MBA at Columbia and a
masters in public policy at the Kennedy School at Harvard. It
will be three years. My first year, while I'm training for the
Trials, will be in New York, which is critical to me.
RWD: How well did you run as a Harvard undergrad?
MA: My focus was always the mile, but I ran cross country.
My senior year, I was pretty good. I was a walk-on. They really
didn't think a New York City private schoolgirl was Division I
material.
RWD: They should have learned from Meredith Rainey
(a New York private school girl who won myriad Heptagonals titles
at Harvard and became an Olympian).
MA: Exactly. She's one of my heroes. I think my mile PR
in high school was like a 5:16. Senior year at Harvard, I ran
a 4:52.11. I had a great time with the Harvard track team. I came
in second in the indoor mile and the outdoor 1500 at the Heps
my senior year.
RWD: Tell us about fundraising for ALS research.
MA: It's the ALS Marathon Team. We raised funds for the
Robert Packard Center for ALS Research at Johns Hopkins and the
ALS Development Foundation in Boston. We've run seven events,
five large scale (New York City or Boston Marathons), and we've
raised about $650,000 for ALS research
RWD: And you've worked as a Program Director for another
terrific organization, Take The Field.
MA: I have just left Take The Field. I had the most amazing
experience. They've shaped everything I want to do with my life,
but I'm taking the summer off to travel and hang out and try and
relax a little bit. Take the Field is a not-for-profit that is
rebuilding the athletic fields at public high schools in New York
City. They have a $100 million three-to-one challenge grant from
the mayor which allows them to build 12 to 14 fields a year, usually
a track around a multipurpose field. They're all at big inner
city high schools. They're beautiful state-of-the-art facilities.
Kids love them, teachers love them, communities love them. It's
a fantastic, fantastic program. As of June 30, they will have
completed 32 fields, with about 27 tracks. One of my favorites
projects was a 400-meter Mondo track we put in at Boys and Girls
High school in Brooklyn--the best track in New York City for the
best track program in New York City.
#1468. WHO: Charlotte
Cutler
WHERE: JP
Morgan Chase Corporate Challenge Website
WHAT SHE SAID: "The hours were incredibly long and the
day-to-day stress was difficult to deal with at times, but running
is something that is there to get you through it. Maybe you
can't train as long or as hard as you would like, but during the
past few months it was more important than training for a race.
It was training to maintain a quality of life and to create separation
for what was going on in the world."
#1467. WHO: Gabe Sherman
WHERE: New York Runner, Spring 2003 issue, in an
article titled 'Running Your First Road Race'
Laura Ford decided to try racing when she
moved to New York two years ago. "I was looking for
a change in my running routine," the 23-year-old says.
"I had raced on the track team in college, but I wanted to
experience something new. My first road race was a 5-miler
in Central Park and there was such electricity in the air.
I could almost feel the crowd carrying me along."
Beyond offering a break from training, road racing
is an excellent way to measure your fitness and boost your motivation.
"It really focuses my running," adds Ford. "After
I sign up for a race, it's something extra to train for."
Joseph Kozusko, a 29-year-old college professor
who recently completed his first half-marathon, agrees.
"I started running only about a year ago." he says.
"When I decided to get back in shape, I found that running
and racing were important indicators of my improvement.
It's been exciting to see the progression."
#1466. WHO: Kevan
Huston
WHERE: New York Runner, Spring 2003 issue, in an article
written by Stacy Creamer


#1465. WHO: Audrey Kingsley
WHERE: Biography for 2003 Central Park Track Club board elections
WHAT SHE WROTE: "I began running competitively (or so I thought)
in January 1997, but didn't really compete until I joined CPTC later
that year. I now race distances from the 5K to the marathon,
and the running joke is --- no pun intended --- all at the same
speed. I have served on the Executive Board as the Women's
open rep since 1999 and have seen the caliber of the women's team
escalate since then. I am also responsible for maintaining
our ever-changing membership rosters, which is no small feat since
you all seem to move more than the average New Yorker. It
would be an honor for me to continue to serve CPTC in both capacities,
as it would give me the opportunity to give to something that has
given so much to me."
#1464. WHO: Toby Tanser
WHERE: RunnersWorld.com, A Brief Chat with Toby Tanser
by Peter Gambaccini, March 7, 2003
Toby Tanser, the
author of the highly respected "Train Hard, Win Easy: The Kenyan
Way," has now written the newly published "The Essential
Guide To Running The New York City Marathon." Tanser served
as the marathon's Assistant Elite Athlete Coordinator in 2002. He
was born in England, competed internationally for Iceland and Sweden,
and now is a New York-based member of the Central Park Track Club.
His personal bests include a 2:16:07 marathon and 1:03:01 half-marathon.
Runner's World Daily: Your book goes beyond how to
prepare for and run the New York City Marathon. It encompasses the
entire experience visitors will have while they're in the city.
Toby Tanser: I was absolutely shocked the first time
I came to live in New York before the '99 marathon. I'd heard about
the marathon, but you take everything you hear with a grain of salt.
I had been to a lot of big marathons, so I didn't expect anything.
And I was flabbergasted by the whole week. It wasn't so much just
the one race. The day before, at the Friendship Run, I saw 15,000
people, and it's not even the main event yet. People look forward
to it as much as the marathon. I thought "why not try and have
a fun book that would also encourage people, and highlight the many,
many great parts about the New York City Marathon?"
RWD: Why, of the more than 500 races you say you've done,
does the New York City Marathon stand out the most?
TT: I'd really lost the lust to do racing, so the only race
I really looked forward to doing was the New York City Marathon.
I ran a marathon in Finland once, and there were maybe ten people
on the whole course. You know when you go through the marathon you're
going to go through pain, whether you're in bad form or good form.
It's universal, at 20 miles, everybody starts to feel it. But here,
you know that when you reach mile 15, it'll seem like you're starting
all over again, because you come onto First Avenue. The marathon
has so many exciting highlights. Fifth Avenue, on the way back,
and Central Park South are parts of the course to look forward to,
instead of just one stretch of 26 miles. At the Istanbul Marathon,
you run in the middle of the traffic. You don't even know you're
in a marathon anymore; cars are beeping. But in New York, as soon
as you lose concentration, people are yelling at you in the street.
The energy here is like nothing else.
RWD: One runner in the book says the New York City Marathon
"gives me chills." That must be a common reaction.
TT: I used to watch the New York City Marathon every year
in Europe. But it's one of those events you have to experience yourself
in life. No one can tell you how it feels. No one can explain it.
I was a disbeliever before I ran the course, but coming off that
(Queensborough) bridge, it's a wall of noise. It's almost like you're
in a tunnel with people shouting all around you.
RWD: You quote John Kagwe (the 1997 and 1998 champion),
warning runners not to do anything crazy until you get past 18 miles.
Most of the winners have heeded to that.
TT: Definitely. The runners I've spoken to who've won say,
"Wait until you can see Central Park" (around 22 miles).
Your mind plays tricks with you. People talk about the second wind.
You feel good, and the crowds pull you along, and you get lulled
into this false sense of security. The marathon is really a game
of patience.
RWD: Your books got lists of restaurants, running stores,
doctors, massage therapists, and even some detailed advice people
might overlook - like not letting your feet get wet.
TT: I drilled every single person I could to get as wide
a perspective as possible. My fastest friends run just over two
hours and my slowest friends run seven hours. The faster marathoner
doesn't have to worry about the water cups around the stations but
for the six-hour marathoner, that's a concern. I tried to appeal
not to just one frame of runner but to every single runner.
RWD: And you mention that New York City has qualifying times,
which isn't well-known.
TT: It's not well-publicized. A lot of people I've spoken
to have half-marathon times that qualify them and they don't even
realize it.
RWD: And if you've lost in the marathon lottery three times,
the New York Road Runners let you in.
TT: Right. Those who persevere will get in. And the nine
(NYRR) races is great. It's made sure that people are committed
to the event.
RWD: As the assistant elite athlete coordinator in New York,
you've gotten to know many of the top runners quite well. Rodgers
Rop has now won in Boston and in New York City. A lot of attention
gets paid to the people who run fast on the flat "raceway"
courses, but could a case be made that Rop is the top marathoner
in the world right now?
TT: I think (Khalid) Khannouchi is perhaps
the best. But barring Khannouchi, yeah, Rop is by far the most underrated
supreme athlete at the moment. The fact that he's winning on these
"classic" courses like New York and Boston means "okay,
he hasn't got a 2:06 time." But he's well-respected in Kenya
by a lot of these one-shot Kenyans who come in and run one 2:06
and then fade away. He's easily holding his own against those (in
training) if not running in front of them. He was doing kilometer
repeats, 20 of them, in 2:43, with 20 seconds rest, and he was refusing
to take the 30 seconds in-between. He's running so smoothly. I think
he has to be one of the top favorites for the Olympics in 2004.
#1463. WHO: Frank Handelman
BACKGROUND: On February 27, 2003, two Central Park Track
Club teams attempted to break 4x800m
relay records at the Armory. On such an occasion,
it was important for the runners to wear proper team uniforms (that
is, in the true meaning of the word 'uniform,' as in identical clothing).
During that day, there were some frantic calls to borrow some team
gear until everyone got their gear. During that race, there
were three other Central Park Track Club teams in the field, one
of which includes Frank. Our teams managed to break those
world/American records, but there was an unintended record too ...
WHAT HE SAID: "I
thought I'd had every experience on the track but this is the first
time I was ever beaten by my own shorts!"

#1462. WHO: Ellen Wallop
WHERE: New York Runner, January/February 2003
[Ellen Wallop, 51, is a longtime photographer
for New York Runner and other NYRR publications. Since 1996,
she has had 12 surgical treatments for breast cancer, and last summer
she underwent two months of chemotherapy. A runner and triathlete
for 25 years, Wallop believes that running has helped her enormously
in dealing with breast cancer and its treatment. This article
chronicles her most recent battle with the disease.]
Saturday, May 18
I had surgery three weeks ago. Today I learned
that I'll have a second surgery next Thursday, followed by chemotherapy
starting June 10. Now I can figure out a running schedule.
I want to be in the best possible shape before they start beating
me up.
I just ran a loop of Prospect Park. After
last night's big storm it was very wet and empty. Beautiful.
Yeti, my dog, had fun in the puddles. My 9-year-old son
Will's baseball game is canceled.
I'm going to try to do the NYRR Kurt Steiner Summer
Evening Series in Prospect Park, every other Wednesday night starting
next week. I love those races. They're like racing
in the old days: You had in your three dollars, pin on a number,
and walk to the start line. It's a great workout and a tough
course. It will be good to see what I can do in a 5K now.
I have to make the most of the good days because
I don't know what's going to happen. I've never done chemo.
I just can't imagine what it will be like.
Tuesday, May 21
Easy run with Yeti.
I have the MUGA (multiple gated acquisitions)
scan today, which looks at the heart. Basically it will
tell my doctor, Anne Moore, MD, of New York Presbyterian Hospital/Cornell
University Medical Center, whether my heart is strong enough to
withstand the chemo. Dr. Moore wants me to do AC (adriamycin
and cytoxan). It's the more aggressive form of the two most
common chemo treatments for breast cancer, but said if my heart
can stand it, it's the better treatment. If I don't pass
the test, then I've wasted years of my life running!
There's really nothing to the test besides having
radioactive stuff pumped into you. I have to wonder, though:
Everyone else is hiding behind leaded walls, the material is labeled
with big red warnings and skull and crossbones, and yet they're
injecting it directly into my vein. Does that seem healthy?
Thursday, May 23
It's about noon, and I'm waiting to go to the
hospital for the surgery. I haven't eaten since midnight.
It's going to be a long day and night.
Last night I ran the first Summer Evening Series
race. It was great. The park was really beautiful
--- golden sun, cool. Will and Michael, my husband, came
along. I was pleased wit the run --- I ran a hard but not
uncomfortable 26:30. Not great but a good baseline effort
as I head into the great unknown. I ran a bit this morning
with Yeti.
Friday, May 24
Surgery's over. Uneventful. Now a
few days' rest.
Wednesday, May 29
Got out for a run today. It's very humid.
I didn't have a lot of zip --- I sat down at the dog hill and
really took it easy all along. I'm pretty swollen and bruised,
but it wasn't uncomfortable running, though the stitches and bandages
are getting itchy. Stitches out tomorrow, I hope.
Friday, May 31
Yesterday I ran over the Brooklyn Bridge with
my friend Janet. It was an effort at first but eventually
I started feeling better. I went to Dr. Hoffman, my plastic
surgeon, in the afternoon. I was pretty swollen. He
drained a lot of nasty looking fluid out and I immediately felt
better.
I ran a real dog run today --- stops and starts
with Yeti --- but I did run a good hill. I need to do more
of that if I'm going to do better in Wednesday's Summer Evening
Series race.
During my run I thought about my first mastectomy.
I was so scared. I couldn't believe they were going to cut
me open. I kept thinking of all the years of racing when
I was so obsessively concerned with taking care of my body: the
running; the weight workouts; calculating VO2 max, calories per
day, and body fat percentage. The constant monitoring: Am
I leaner, am I faster? I thought I could make my body do
whatever I wanted --- that I could will it be stronger.
Maybe this was all divine justice, a punishment for being too
selfishly concerned with the body. It will show me I really
have no control at all over how it works.
I long ago got over the vanity aspect of the mastectomy.
It's just not that big a deal. It's just not that big a
deal. So saying, today I'm going for my wig consultation.
Saturday, June 1
The wig consultation was okay, but I'm going to
look like a drag queen. While I was there, Cat, my niece,
called. She's been diagnosed with breast cancer. She's
only 32. I can't believe this.
Sunday, June 2
I coached two baseball games with Will's team,
the Seekers, and we won them both. I'm glad I won't lose
my hair before the end of Little League. I don't want to
scare the team.
Wednesday, June 5
I finished my second Summer Evening Series race
in 26:53, about 20 seconds slower than the first, but it was so
hot and humid you could take a bit out of the air and chew on
it, as Will said. I was a little disappointed but I have
to accept that the surgery, four days off, and the heat might
slow me down a bit.
Monday, June 10
Here we go, Day One Chemo. Dr. Moore said
my MUGA test result was the strongest she'd ever seen, so I guess
running does work.
The word chemotherapy brings so many images of
misery. I can't believe it will be me this time.
Post-treatment: It was actually anti-climactic.
They just put in the IV, pump in the stuff, and send you home.
There were some weird sensations but nothing much. My friend
Robin came along as the all-time chemotherapy pro. She's
had every drug invented and now is on a clinical trial drug that
is working extraordinarily well.
One funny thing about chemo is the Frozfruit popsicles.
Pat, the nurse, had me eat two of them while the adriamycin was
pumped in to constrict the blood vessels in the mouth and prevent
mouth sores. The sores used to be a very common and miserable
side effect. It seems to work.
Tuesday, June 11
I took an easy run after dropping Will at school,
and felt fine. I took it easy at Little League practice
and went to sleep early.
Wednesday, June 12
I didn't have a chance to run because I had to
take Yeti to the vet, but probably wouldn't have anyway.
I have low-level nausea, no energy, and no appetite. Thank
goodness it rained just before baseball practice so it was canceled.
Thursday, June 13
I did a little run this morning, about 35 minutes.
Not very quick, but it felt like hard work.
Thursday, June 20
My white blood cell counts are down to 1.8.
They won't give chemo if the counts are below 3, and they should
be over 4.
Saturday, June 22
Today was the final baseball game. We lost,
but everyone played well. It was a great season. The
kids made me get-well cards and a poster of photos. They
are all so sweet.
Tuesday, June 25
I got my head shaved today. Cat came along
and took pictures. I look just horrible bald. I hope
Michael and Will won't be freaked out. The wig is good enough.
Monday, July 1
Treatment No. 2 was easy as can be, but I can't
help thinking again: I'm sticking out my arm to let them drip
poison into me. Poison so bad it will make my hair fall
out, damage my heart, and kill cells indiscriminately. Is
this why I took such care of myself for all those years?
Pat Farrell, my nurse, asked me if I was still
running, and I said as much as possible. She said a lot
of people who breeze through the first two treatments get hammered
by number three. "I can guarantee you won't be running
after the third treatment," she said.
Tuesday, July 2
I got tickets to the Brooklyn Cyclones last night.
The game was great. In deference to possible nausea I skipped
the hotdogs and had just a little beer.
Tomorrow we leave for the beach for the rest of
the summer. I can't wait.
Sunday, July 14
Boy, it's hot today. I'm so glad to be at
the beach. I feel so much better out here.
Monday, July 15
A hopelessly weak run --- possibly
25 minutes and I had to walk the little hill. It felt good
to get out, though. My feet hurt a lot. My shoes must
be getting worn down.
Saturday, July 20
I took a swim out to the barrels today with Betsy,
Hendy, and Susan. Felt great. I haven't done a good
ocean swim in ages. We probably did a third of a mile.
Of course I was hanging on each barrel gasping for air, but I
made it.
I only ran three days this past week --- really
pathetic. The least hill was too much. But I went
farther each day. The heat really seems to make a difference
in how I feel. My white blood cell counts are down to 1.1
Monday, July 22
I went for the third treatment, but my counts
are too low, so I was told to come back next week. Pat said
if they gave me the AC with my counts that low I would certainly
get sick, and possibly end up in the hospital.
Now my schedule is all off. I had hoped
to do Ellen's Run, a 5K run for breast cancer in Easthampton on
August 12, at the end of the third cycle. Now I'll have
to run it just after the third treatment. I hope I don't
feel too lousy. I really want to enjoy the run. However,
I can't say I mind feeling normal for another week.
Sunday, July 28
I played golf, and my hands were very stiff and
sore when I gripped the club. Strange.
Monday, July 29
Third treatment. They reduced the dose a
little because my blood counts just aren't coming back as quickly
as they should. Dr. Moore said I was getting a hefty dose
anyway. That surprised me, because I've been feeling so
much better than I expected. I haven't thrown up at all
and really only had a few times when I needed to lie down.
I've probably fallen asleep on the beach more often than usual.
But that's about it.
I went straight to the beach after I got back
from the city. As I was standing in the ocean someone said,
"You're just back from chemo? Aren't you supposed to
feel bad?"
"I guess, but I don't , so I'm not going
to wait around until I do," I said.
I mentioned my sore hands and feet to Dr. Moore.
She said it's probably post-chemo rheumatism starting early.
Now that's a side effect I've never heard of. It never occurred
to me that it had anything to do with chemo. I thought I
was wearing bad shoes.
Thursday, August 8
Ellen's Run is in four days. This is always
such an important day for me. The race is named for Julie
Ratner's sister, who did not survive the disease. Each race
has been momentous. My first time, in 1998, I won the Survivor's
Division and a fantastic watch. The next year was after
my second diagnosis, and I had the second mastectomy just 12 days
before the race. I still was bandaged and with all my stitches,
I jogged it. Eileen McGann won the Survivor's Division.
She was excited about the watch, too. The next year my biggest
goal was to be back and fit again. I won the next two years,
two more watches, and both times it was such an important anniversary
to be back, healthy and running well.
But here I was again, just trying to finish.
I have to be sure I can make the distance, 5K. How pathetic
is this? I'm going to try to run to Scuttlehole Road today.
It's only a few miles, but I'll treat it like a distance run ---
a 20-miler.
Cat started treatment today.
Sunday, August 11
I'm so tired. I got home from a job at 2:00am.
I can't even think about being competitive. I'll just run
as steady as I can.
Monday, August 12
Ellen's Run. What a day! I was certainly
not fast but in the last half-mile I caught up with Eileen McGann
and we finished together, hand in hand. I know it's corny
but it just seemed right. I think we were 28:50 something.
We tied for first-place survivors. Julie Ratner was so excited
for us but she said, "How are we going to split the watch?"
But those amazing men from McCarver & Moser had come to the
race with two necklaces for prizes this year --- one they thought
I'd like if I won and another for anyone else. So they gave
Eileen and me each one. I ran with my pink "in honor
of" sign for Dr. Moore and Pat Farrell because they're the
ones who got me this far.
Monday, August 26
Last treatment --- I'll never eat a Frozfruit
again! I took my Ellen's Run sign and the newspaper article
with our picture to Pat and Dr. Moore. Who said I wouldn't
be running after the treatment?
I can't believe how excited I am to be finished.
As soon as I got back to Bridgehampton I went straight to the
beach. "Will, I'm done," I said. "No
more chemo, Mom?" he asked. "Now will your hair
come back?" Everyone gave me hugs and kisses.
It was really terrific.
Sunday, September 15
Komen New York City Race For The Cure: Last spring,
when I told Will I had cancer again, he said, "Mom, you better
run that Race For The Cure." I'm so happy to be here.
Dr. Moore said to expect the drugs to be affecting my system for
six to eight weeks, so I'm definitely not 100 percent yet.
I met up with Patty, Jennifer, and their daughters
for the race but ran alone. When I see those young girls
I just pray they will not go through this. Will and Michael
were at the 72nd Street Transverse. I really like it when
they're at a race. I ran 28:30-ish and felt fine, though
it did seem longer than I remember around the southern end of
the park.
Sunday, October 30
Race for the Cure, Princeton, New Jersey: The
whole family came out to run and walk for a team, the Wal-lop-ers.
It was great fun to have them all at the finish. I pulled
of my scarf to wave at the end. "Yep, my mother's bald,"
Will said to his cousin. I ran 27:19, not great, but it's
much easier when you have some blood cells to work with.
I don't want to run as a survivor now. I
want to just be a runner.

Ellen Wallop is a long-time member of the
Central Park Track Club and was a vice-president of the club in
the 1990's. In 1999, a special award was presented by our
President John Kenney at the Annual Dinner to Ellen Wallop
(see above photo), for strength and courage in the face of apparent
adversity. A survivor of breast cancer, Ellen found out that
she had a relapse this year.
#1461. WHO: Zeb Nelessen
WHEN: Thursday Night At The Races, January 30, 2003
WHAT HE SAID: "My splits didn't really reflect my time."
#1460. WHO: Stuart Calderwood
WHERE: The Armory
WHEN: February 4, 2003
SITUATION: Talking to a fellow member who was admiring his
son Kieran
WHAT WE FIRST REPORTED HE SAID: "His first words will
probably be 'lane 4, 32 seconds or faster.'"
WHAT HE ACTUALLY SAID: "His first words will probably
be 'Watch lane two...watch lane four.'"
#1459. WHO: Peter Gambaccini
WHERE: New York Runner, January/February 2003 issue
SUBJECT: Fitting It In: How Time-Pressed Runners Manage Their
Many Miles
WHAT HE WROTE:
At 1:00 a.m., when even the city that never sleeps
is, for the most part, sleeping, Dan Sack is out for a
12-mile run.
"It's quiet at that hour. It's really
graceful," says Sack, an emergency room physician.
That may be true, but the fact is, if Sack didn't squeeze in his
running in the wee hours, he probably wouldn't run at all.
This marathon generally works 12-hour shifts at Hudson Valley
Hospital in Peekskill --- either 7:00am to 7:00pm, or overnight.
"I'll come from an overnight shift, sleep
all day, and then I'll do a run at night," says Sack, who
has also been known to go directly from the hospital to the start
of a morning road race.
Sack might seem to be paying a high price to maintain
his running passion, but to him, running is essential. "It's
decompression from the type of work I do," he explains.
...
Other early-morning runners, thought they may
not be so sanguine, log their pre-dawn miles without complaint.
Margaret Angell, a program director for Take The Field,
a not-for-profit public/private partnership that rebuilds school
athletic facilities, runs early three mornings a week, even in
winter "when it's ugly and dark and cold." She
laughs when asked if she's wide-awake for those sessions.
"I saw a friend at 6:15 this morning, and when I talked to
her afterward, she said, 'You look like s--t," Angell reports.
The payoff, say Angell and others, is a life greatly
enriched by the inclusion of an activity that's all about extending
limits. "I can't imagine my life without it,"
Angell says of her sport. "Whenever I'm in a bad mood,
my mom asks, "Have you gone for a run today?"
I can't function without that outlet. It is the hour in
the day when I'm completely by myself."
When necessary, seriously time-crunched runners
will resort to extreme tactics to make sure their running happens.
Hank Berkowitz of Rowayton, Connecticut, has run almost
daily for the past 20 years. When his schedule offers no
other alternative, he'll run through airports and from train stations.
"I've left cocktail parties early to sneak in a run between
drinks and dinner, and I've left family gatherings in between
courses of meal. I've never regretted any of it," he
says.
For most part, advance planning is the key to
making the training happen. Angell spends "a lot of
my energy focusing on scheduling --- how long does it take to
get to the gym, to lift, to run five miles, get home, shower,
and make it for a breakfast meeting." She even moved
from the West Village to the Upper West Side to make it all more
feasible. "I live three blocks away from my gym,"
she says. "I'm halfway between Central Park and Riverside
Park, and I can walk to work in the morning."
In some running households, ingenious cooperation
is required to accommodate the demands of training. Gordon
Bakoulis, an author, editor, coach, and mother of two young
boys, and her husband, Alan Ruben, engage in a weekly spectacle
Bakoulis calls 'our Tuesday night tag team.' Bakoulis coaches
Moving Comfort New York and Ruben is president of the Central
Park Track Club. "I start our workouts in Central Park
bang-on-the-dot at 6:30 so I can get home to relieve Alan at 7:30
during the winter, when his team works out at the Armory at 8:00,"
explains Bakoulis, who lives on Manhattan's Upper West Side.
"On the last interval, I finish and keep right on running,
a sustained hard effort all the way home. I run in , take
the elevator, and Alan is waiting in the hallway with the children.
We exchange two sentences about who's eaten what and what the
nap schedule has been, and I see him in two hours, rafter he's
done his workout. Laughs Bakoulis, "It's crazy.
I'm just glad our kids are good sports."
#1458. WHO: Margaret Angell
WHEN: February 1, 2003
SITUATION: In response to the question, "Will you get
any prize money for winning the Al Gordon 15K?"
WHAT SHE SAID: "If there was prize money for this race,
I wouldn't have won it ..."
#1457. WHO: Peter
Gambaccini
TITLE: The Apples Among Us
WHERE: Runner's World
WHEN: December 13, 2002
Central Park Track Club, the orange-uniformed
running crew I joined in the 1980s, has hundreds of members and
is still welcoming additional ones every month. I'm not sure what
the current criteria for newbies is, but when I came along, a
runner had to be recommended by two people already in the CPTC
fold.
It's an extremely ecumenical group, male and female, young and
not so young, everything from the Park Avenue multimillionaire
CEO to the fellow with no fixed address or discernible bank account.
And thanks to the sound judgment of the long-standing members,
very few misfits and spoilsports squeeze through the screening
process.
Okay, there was the guy with the maniacal laugh and the sinister
glint in his eyes whom we called "Psycho." He was a
frontrunner who'd swing his elbows out to his sides above shoulder
level if anyone tried to pass him. And there was the perpetually
tanned part-time actor (i.e. waiter) who was past 30 and had never
broken 15:30 for 5-K but still genuinely believed he would be
an Olympian. Word reached us that he'd told members of rival teams
that he wanted bad things--I mean, very bad things--to befall
the three or four Central Park Track Club men who could outrace
him.
And we won't soon forget the demure woman with the Ivy League
education and fast track Wall Street job who, in the final mile
of a road race, saw fit to intentionally spit on our much beloved
(but not her) coach. She was off the team by the next day and
has since left the country.
Hey, three bad apples out of 600 or 700 ain't bad! The rest are
gems, which brings us to Sid Howard, 63, a great grandfather
who's held age-group world records in the middle distances. Our
club members have met some of the most distinguished citizens
money can buy, but they'll tell you they never met a warmer and
more inspiring gentleman than Sid. He's an exemplary fellow who
makes you wish to be better, and not just at running.
He's an antidote to all ill will. One moment I witnessed at Manhattan's
Armory Track and Field Center encapsulates what sets Mr. Howard
a cut above mere mortals. With Sid and a bunch of other CPTCers,
I witnessed a 1500-meter race that quickly devolved into a shoving
match, with two men pushing each other all over the track. When
the body contact was over, "Grouchy" headed down the
homestretch to victory and turned around to visually and audibly
taunt the vanquished "Nasty."
We reacted to the display of dreadful sportsmanship with silent
chagrin, as Grouchy and Nasty adjourned to opposite corners of
the Armory floor. But Sid wasn't going to let the incident end
that way. While the rest of us stood as if our feet were encased
in cement, Sid marched over to Grouchy, grabbed his hand, and
pulled him over in the direction of Nasty. With gentle but irrefutable
moral persuasion, Sid insisted that Grouchy and Nasty shake hands.
And they did. "Those guys are friends today," Sid told
me later.
Still dumbfounded, one teammate managed to utter the only thing
we could say about Sid after that: "He's amazing." Yes,
he is that.
#1456. WHO: Stacy |