On I went, out of the wood, passing the man leading without knowing I was going to do so. Flip-flap, flip-flap, jog-trot, jog-trot, curnchslap-crunchslap, across the middle of a broad field again, rhythmically running in my greyhound effortless fashion, knowing I had won the race though it wasn't half over, won it if I wanted it, could go on for ten or fifteen or twenty miles if I had to and drop dead at the finish of it, which would be the same, in the end, as living an honest life like the governor wanted me to. -Alan Sillitoe, "Loneliness of the Long Distance Runner"

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

A few things...

This was put online late last week:

That would place me in the second wave, on the lower level.  Having to suffer through the lower level - choosing between running on the inside with no view, or running on the outside with a view but getting peed on by runners up-top - is my penance for under-reporting my anticipated finish time and being assigned to the second wave when I'm so clearly third-wave worthy.  NYCM has a staggered, wave start, with three waves 30 minutes apart.  They base your wave assignment on your self-reported anticipated finish time, and I was ambitious when I registered.  My typing fingers made a promise that my running legs can't keep.

So, to celebrate having wave and corral and bib numbers that all avoid my OCD fear of odd numbers, I went to City Sports and bought this:

This, obviously, is a Nike Skapri.  Get it?  Skirt + capri?  Yeah, I don't think that terminology will catch on, either.  The "skapri" (AAAAHHHHHH worst term ever) is essentially the skirted swimsuit of the running world. It says, "I want to wear fitted capris, but my thighs are too large to be inflicted upon the world without being covered."  It says, "I'm out here and I want to have fun! But I also have severe body issues and am full of self-loathing."  Nah, I'm kidding.  It's actually cute.  But there were conspicuously more size XS and S left at the store than there were M or L.

Finally, because this post is labeled as "a few things" and I know that two is not a few, I'll offer a third tidbit:
Oh, dear.  This could be the year I make my dreams finally come true.

I haven't had the guts to friend him, but just seeing his smiling face there, with his friend list (including Pete Pfitzinger and Dick Beardsley, among others) made me very, very happy.


  1. The skapri is cute, but who did ever come up with 'skapri'? Well...I guess we'll never know...

    And I really really want to now what wave/corral, etc. I'm in. Unfortunately, I will have to wait 'til the BIB pick-up. Great...sometimes it sucks to be a foreign runner.

  2. Wait, WHAT? You can't find out your bib/corral/wave number until the expo?? That's crazy!

  3. I don't think I dig the terminology "Skapri" and I agree with you that it probably won't catch on!

    Cute pic!

  4. that is super cute and you'll look great! and FRIEND him - he's waiting for you :)

  5. i am jealous of your start 2. what ferry are you on?

  6. 6:45am ferry. I'm jealous of people who don't have to leave their apartments at 5am race day!

  7. Hahah you are hilarious. Friend him! It will be everything you dreamed of and more.

    I'm the same way with odd numbers, and my NYCM bib is ALL ODD NUMBERS. Trying not to freak out. :)

  8. Right now he only has <100 friends, so I'm too nervous. Soon... :)
    And I thought I was the only one with that phobia! Do you have to set your alarm for even times, too? I can't set it for on-the-hour, I have to set it for like 7:02 or 6:56.

  9. I've sent Frank my friend request! If only I could append my photo of him at the 2002 NYC Marathon expo. It's a fave of mine, in part because he's so dreamy, but also because running with you made me so freakin' skinny back then.

    I like the skapri, but I just can't do it. I'd rather wear somewhat baggy capris or offend the masses with spandex.