The results are in! There were 191 runners who finished the race. The course was 10 kilometers, or 6.2 miles. It was raining and a cold 47 degrees Farenheit.
I came in 61st place at 49:45.33. That’s a bit less than 8 minutes per mile.
Dad came in 106th at 55:51.16. He won an award for coming in third place in his age group!
Roland Molenka of Kinshasa, Congo via Roosevelt Island came in 151st place at 1:02:23.22
Alex Bovone came in 44th place 47:24.86
The fastest runner, 32 year old Jeffrey Dengate of Brooklyn, came in at 37:32.48, and the slowest, 52 year old Anne Wagenbrenner of Astoria, came in at 1:32:24.89. There is no official count of the number of people who dropped out along the way.
Harry Chapin Run Against Hunger
Second cousin once removed Marjorie Gruber and companion extraordinaire Manzo overslept and didn’t come to watch us reach the finish line. Third cousin Jonathan, son of Marjorie, had left the night before. Pregnant Rinko of Japan (via Roosevelt Island) was there cheering on Roland. Daniel was injured in Brooklyn. “Triathlon” Chris had backed out of the race that morning due to the inclement weather. Mom was in Newark taking a class on new occupational therapy techniques.
Afterwards, the bi-coastal, multinational crew all assembled at the Diner and I ate a big delicious frozen pattied bacon-covered hamburger with pre-cut fries. Sorry, I did not notice what anyone else ordered.
Nice work, Amos.
Alex Bovone!!!
Had I known he was there and such an able competitor, I may have come and cheered you guys on!
…next year I hope to compete
Mayhap you ought to be an outfield player…
Then again, you’re so good in the goal.
Lightening cat reflexes and all….
Alex was amazing. I kept him in sight for about half the race, and that’s how I kept tempo. But by the time the serious hills came, he was gone. Outfield looks extremely boring. Goal is far more active!
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