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As I was walking towards my car, I felt the cold weather and looked up to the early morning grey sky. “I love this weather,” I thought. The partying undergrads still asleep in alcohol-induced doze, parents probably awakened by their children’s horseplay: I wonder how people could miss racing on such a beautiful Saturday morning.

The race was starting at 9:30 and I planned to get up to Greenfield at least an hour earlier. At the Greenfield Swimming Area, I quickly got the race-tag and met up with few running buddies; Marc was there and so was Patrick — as of today, I am between Marc and Patrick in the SMAC Series. “Let’s warm up,” Marc said, and the three of us and Ashley took off for a quick and easy 2 mile warm-up. The race is flat or as flat as a race can possibly be in Western Mass, winding around Greenfield, just a mile south of Green River Rd, place of many Sunday long runs.

Race Recap



While the entire city of New York was looking and cheering the marathoners who stood at the starting line in Staten Island and slowly but surely moved towards Central Park, I stood at another starting line; the Dan Barry Memorial 5 Miler is a local, low-key race held in the nearby town of Hatfield, just across the river, and with only 68 runners it feels small and homey. It was the third race in a streak of three: 5k for Farmland was the first, while Larch Hill Classic was the second of my slow come-back to running and racing; my legs, my Achilles in particular, are holding together, though they still miss the strength and agility they once had; they feel sluggish at times, and certainly I still have a long road to go.
In such a small race, it was hard to contain the exuberance of the start and I was dragged by more athletic runners and ended up running the first mile at a too brisk of a pace: 6 minutes. I knew I would have paid for that exuberance, and I surely did. I almost consciously slowed down, few runners passed me, and I kept running next to another fellow runner. She was having trouble keeping the pace, and stopped few times, hands on knees, on the quiet Sunday roads; I would be a liar if I said I didn’t feel like stopping myself, but I kept going and she kept catching up. As it happens so many times in races, we were silently helping each other to go through the few, rough patches. Eventually we reached the home-stretch: I was hearing her heavy breathing behind me, maybe few yards away. An ill-placed, chivalrous thought urged me to slow down and let a woman win: chivalry is different in races, and I knew she wouldn’t have wanted anything else but a fair race. I ran against her, finishing in 32:43 and she 2 seconds behind.
Later we looked at each other, without any hint of sarcasm: nice run!

[photos] Photographies taken during the race are up on Shutterfly.

Look at the entire series: it's awesome! -- credits: Christoph Niemann, NYTimes

in italiano …

Route of the Father's Day Run (5M)

Yesterday I woke up at the crack of dawn and were in the Park before 8am after quite an odyssey with trains switching back and forth between lines. As a New Yorker I’m completely accustomed to it, and as a New Yorker I feel always obliged to complain about it.
The day before yesterday, we had a couple of thunderstorms, but the day after — yesterday — it was still very, very humid. Temperatures were not bad, around 70F, but with humidity around 93% and almost no wind the organizers stressed several times not to push too much.
I never drink during short races, but yesterday I couldn’t keep going and had to stop at a water station around mile 3. I was even told a guy collapsed on the course! Seriously it wasn’t a fun. Obviously not because of the organization — impeccable as always — but because of the impossible weather, which made my run slow and clumpy. I always say that race-miles are shorter than training-miles, but it wasn’t the case this time.
At any rate, I finished the race in the acceptable time of 34:46 and now I’m left with only three more races to qualify for the NYC Marathon 2009! That won’t be my first, as I will race the Hartford Marathon in October. I applied to the lottery but didn’t get in, but I’m still crazy enough to want to run 26.2 miles.

After the race it took quite some time for me, Domenico and Susanne to find each other. 5504 people finished the race, so the Park was quite packed (not that it’s unusual).
We went to have a brunch in the Village, and then strolled around SoHo coping the compulsive impulse of shopping. I bought a couple of things to furnish an apartment I still don’t have, and a cast-iron teapot with cups for my regular tea.