JPMorgan/Chase Verbally Challenged
Wednesday night, my company ran in the JPMorgan/Chase Corporate Challenge (Day 1) in Central Park. We were pumped, I say, PUMPED! We had a crew of walkers and runners and in-betweeners (like me). We set out at 6pm to the Park in our new snazzy and misspelled shirts. We're supposed to be the "Hedgehogs" but the printers spelled it "Hedeghogs" instead. We were trying to come up with definitions and responses to what turned out to be no one noticing the spelling (that's the financial industry for ya). I thought up "one who instructs the hedonistic manner." That was quickly vetoed. We opted for "You work in the finance industry and you don't know what a hedeghog is? Tsk-tsk!"
We weren't in the elite running crowd (8 minute mile or less) so we started with the non-elite (also known as the walkers) and tried to get ourselves up to the front of the pack. After some uninspired emcee work, we were off very slowly. I mean slower than a giant tortoise, and I've seen those animals book it in person. There should have been some running rules of the road like "walkers must walk on either side of the main running road, not down the middle" and "no beans before a run." Note: nothing gets you motivated to run faster than slowing to walk and breathing in the human aroma around you on a crowded, humid, and moist New York evening. After a poor 16:30 first mile (due to the bottle-necking at the starting line--I claim a 12 minute mile) I ran a 10 minute second mile at which point I took myself to the side and walked/jogged/ran until we hit the third mile. I picked up the pace when the finish line was in sight, like a well-trained track runner, and sprinted over the finish at 43:07. Not bad for a slow start due to people traffic and rainy/slick conditions. We got protein bars courtesy of Snickers, bananas, Propel water-like beverages, yogurt drinks, and bottles of water. And there were even size small shirts for the chicks! I hate getting those extra-larges for these events--do they really think we're that super-sized? Hey, some of us are actually fit! Not me so much since I haven't run more than 2 miles in the past year. It was good for me though and I felt great afterwards. Today, not so good. Achey hamstrings and even my arms are a bit wobbly.
We weren't in the elite running crowd (8 minute mile or less) so we started with the non-elite (also known as the walkers) and tried to get ourselves up to the front of the pack. After some uninspired emcee work, we were off very slowly. I mean slower than a giant tortoise, and I've seen those animals book it in person. There should have been some running rules of the road like "walkers must walk on either side of the main running road, not down the middle" and "no beans before a run." Note: nothing gets you motivated to run faster than slowing to walk and breathing in the human aroma around you on a crowded, humid, and moist New York evening. After a poor 16:30 first mile (due to the bottle-necking at the starting line--I claim a 12 minute mile) I ran a 10 minute second mile at which point I took myself to the side and walked/jogged/ran until we hit the third mile. I picked up the pace when the finish line was in sight, like a well-trained track runner, and sprinted over the finish at 43:07. Not bad for a slow start due to people traffic and rainy/slick conditions. We got protein bars courtesy of Snickers, bananas, Propel water-like beverages, yogurt drinks, and bottles of water. And there were even size small shirts for the chicks! I hate getting those extra-larges for these events--do they really think we're that super-sized? Hey, some of us are actually fit! Not me so much since I haven't run more than 2 miles in the past year. It was good for me though and I felt great afterwards. Today, not so good. Achey hamstrings and even my arms are a bit wobbly.
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