Pampered no longerMarch 22, 2010
Here are some things that most road runners take for granted:
1. The option to train on courses similar to the race course.
2. The option to warm up thoroughly right before the race.
3. The option to pass slower runners without altering your stride or announcing your approach.
4. The option to keep an eye on the people you most want to beat, and to draw inspiration from their proximity.
5. The option to know immediately, upon finishing the race, whether you beat those people.
As I found out, these generally are NOT options for stair races such as the Big Climb.
Liz and I did manage to exercise option #1, but only because of a chance email exchange with PJ Glassey, who let us join his Saturday morning practice sessions at the 63-story municipal building across the street from the Columbia Center. Otherwise we’d have been stuck preparing for the 1,311-step Big Climb on outdoor stairways of 200-300 steps with landings, turns, and handrails very different from those in the Columbia Center.
The other options listed above are rendered impractical by the logistics of sending thousands of people up a 43-inch-wide stairwell. People line up 15 minutes ahead of their scheduled start time, twitch nervously while standing in place, and then are sent into the stairwell at five-second intervals. Passing and/or getting passed are frequent occurrences except for the lucky few at the very beginning of this vertical parade.
Being a pampered road runner at heart, I did not exactly take these inconveniences “in stride.” For example, my amazement at the size of the Illahee Middle School team — over 200 participants! — turned to frustration as I seemingly encountered 190 of them on the way up, demonstrating every conceivable pace, trajectory, and level of awareness of those behind them. I would later find out that I had placed 6th in a slower-than-desired time of 7:54. Four of the five guys who beat me had the benefit of a very early start. (One of those was raw-food evangelist Tim VanOrden, who was exacting revenge for my win over fellow raw-food advocate Michael Arnstein at the JFK 50 last November. That’s the theory of my friend Henry Wigglesworth, anyway, and since Henry was at JFK and is a stair-racing expert, how could I doubt him?)
As I lingered at the top of the Columbia Center and some of my teammates arrived, my tension dissipated. Yes, I was part of a team — a very nice one, in fact, irrespective of my focus on the pursuit of individual glory. And we, the “PATH To Victory” team, consisting of employees and friends of PATH, were doing the Big Climb in memory of Steve Rider, who died of complications of leukemia last June.
I myself never met Steve. But he was younger than me when he died, and he was the brother of a former PATH employee, and the Big Climb exists to help people like him and families like his. And so it was a good lesson to be slowed down by a bunch of middle-school kids and then to be reminded of where this ranks in the grand list of life’s hardships.
Below are a couple of pictures of some of my PATH To Victory teammates: Dave Oxley and Melissa Valdez in the top photo, and Janet Vail, Shannon Mills, and Doug Palm in the bottom one. Thanks to them and the others (Christine Brooks, Grant Kidd, Deborah Phillips, and Paul Sivesind) for welcoming Liz and me onto the team.