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just don’t throw up on me

That thought ran through my head several times this past Sunday at the finish line of the New York Marathon.  I’m not one of the crazy people who runs.  It was as course marshal that had me facing 10’s of thousands finishing a fairly grueling event.  This year’s assignment was about 100 yards off the finish line, when runners, after hours of breathing heavy, could finally walk and start to orient themselves again.

This year was the marathon’s 40th anniversary for the 5-borough course.  It’s got to be one of the largest sports spectacles in the world — 50,000 registered runners from 130 countries with over a million spectators lining the course.

past the finish late morning just before the pro runners start trickling in

past the finish late morning just before the pro runners start trickling in

The race starts off in several coordinated waves, from wheelchair, pro women, pro men, general elite, and waves of gen-pop runners.  The finish starts like a slow faucet drip for about an hour before gradually opening up to full flow which lasts for several hours.

All kinds of people run marathons for all kinds of reasons.  Most just want to finish and to do that means they’ve pushed themselves close to their limits.  By the time many reach the finish line, they are dazed and amazed, many with feelings of nauseousness.  Others are cramping.  Most walking gingerly.  If I had to categorize the faces after eight hours of watching (helping) people walk off, about 40% wore smiles, 30% had walking-dead faces, and 30% expressed a contorted, pained look.  To those who could barely walk, I wanted to say, “hey, it was self-inflicted, keep moving and don’t expect sympathy.”

Of course I was there to help and it was great fun.  Truthfully, I’ve got a lot of admiration for those willing and committed to grit through 26.2 miles of running through hilly, city streets.  It’s a semi-brutal event.  Maybe I’ll turn crazy one of these years and consider trying a marathon.  In that case, I hope I’m not one of the ones throwing up.

trying to keep people moving was the challenge

trying to keep people moving was the challenge

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5 of more than 50,000 who were happy to finish

5 of more than 50,000 who were happy to finish

 

 

marshaling a marathon

The New York City Marathon, without a single pun, is a marathon of an event.  Last Sunday I had the opportunity to contribute as one of the 8,000 course marshals.

The NYC Marathon is the largest in the world, attracting runners from all over the globe. There is a craving for pounding the pavement of closed streets on a 26.2 mile course through five boroughs of the most culturally diverse city on the planet.  Last Sunday more than 50,000 people did just that.  Many more wanted to, but each year the quota fills fast.  The privilege of participating requires either the luck-of-the-draw (lottery) or an involved set of qualification criteria.

In May I ran a 10K in Queens while I was in NYC.  During the last two miles of that race, thoughts of running a marathon were laughed out of my consciousness.  Running that kind of distance requires discipline to endure long-periods of self-imposed discomfort.  If you know anything about running, taking on a marathon is quite admirable, both the process and the feat.

this year's marathon brought out the 'windy' icon on the weather app

this year’s marathon brought out the ‘windy’ icon on the weather app

The idea of running an event like a marathon is not simply grunting it out at all physical cost.  Some do, and can barely walk the next few days.  Not properly preparing borders on stupidity.  Depending on one’s fitness level, it takes several months minimum of dedicated training.  A beginning runner would need significantly longer.

GV ran her first this year.  She qualified by running nine New York Roadrunners events last year and volunteering for one.  Performing the 9+1 is one of the ways to guarantee a spot for the succeeding year.

GV in her last mile

GV in her last mile

Duties as a marshal included keeping spectators off the course, while being there to offer assistance to runners who might need it.  My delegated spot was inside the last mile in Central Park, a stone’s throw from the Plaza Hotel along 59th Street, and relatively close to the excitement of the race end.

Observing tens of thousands of runners over hours was telling.  As the first elite runners were finishing, their faces were all business, almost without expression.  And they were fast, their pace more rapid than most runners sprint.  Then almost like a water faucet slowing opening up, the road started filling to a constant flow which was not to stop for many hours.  What did seem to change over the hours were the facial expressions, slowly turning from grit to exhaustion.

the first men finishers

the first men finishers

What struck me was how many people, natural cheerleaders, filled the course sidelines — estimated at more than a million.  And participants were treated to music, over 130 live bands played along the way.

Experienced runners taped or had written their first names on their shirts, so that vocal supporters would call out their names for personal encouragement.  Many wore shirts from their home countries — a surprising number from France, followed by Switzerland, Italy, Portugal, as well as from Africa and South America.

Logistically, getting 50,000 runners off in waves at the start in Staten Island is mind-boggling, a marathon of coordination in itself.

Combined with the pre-day run through Central Park and the massive pasta feast the evening before, thousands make it a weekend festival.  All of it makes the energy of the race infectious.  Knowing how difficult running more than one hour is, I was content with my participation limited to contributing as a course marshall.  I think I’ll leave marathons to crazy people, and those who have massive amounts of discipline and dedication to running.

a colleague where we were stationed in Central Park

a colleague where we were stationed in Central Park

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