The annual Lake Placid Marathon and Half Marathon are set to take place from 8 am to 2 pm on Sunday, June 9, with an expected 1,100 runners from 32 states and six countries.
Both races begin and end at the Olympic Speedskating Oval and include the use of Main Street, Mirror Lake Drive/Lake Placid Club Drive, Parkside Drive, Morningside Drive, Sentinel Road, River Road, Mill Pond Drive, McLenathan Avenue and School Street. » Continue Reading.
The 2nd IRONMAN 70.3 Lake Placid triathlon will take place from 6:30 am to 5 pm Sunday, Sept 9. The triathlon route includes a 1.2-mile swim in Mirror Lake, a 56-mile bike ride through Lake Placid, Keene, Upper Jay, Jay, Black Brook, and Wilmington, and a 13.1 mile run in and around the Lake Placid village.
Temporary road closures will begin at 5 am. The following are all estimated times based on New York State Police traffic control. Use caution and expect delays. » Continue Reading.
True story: Maybe eight or 10 years ago, we were acting as Trail Angels for an Alabama judge who was hiking the Appalachian Trail. When he reached our neck of the woods in Maryland, we picked him up, brought him into town for a shower and took him to lunch in Sharpsburg, Md., scene of the famed Battle of Antietam.
At that time, I was still young enough that I would, like guys do, reflexively choose the biggest slab of meat on the menu, saving me any intellectual deliberation. On this day, the restaurant had a burger they called the Howitzer, which fit the bill, so after ordering we went on chatting about the judge’s hike, and the state of affairs back in the South. » Continue Reading.
The annual Lake Placid Marathon and Half is set to take place from 8 am to 2 pm on Sunday, June 10, with an expected 1,100 runners from 32 states and six countries.
Both races begin and end at the Olympic Speedskating Oval and include use of Main Street, Mirror Lake Drive/Lake Placid Club Drive, Parkside Drive, Morningside Drive, Sentinel Road, River Road, Mill Pond Drive, McLenathan Avenue and School Street. » Continue Reading.
Gore Mountain is hosting its annual “Leaf Cruncher,” a 5K trail run/walk on Saturday, September 30. All racers receive a scenic Northwoods Gondola skyride amid colorful Adirondack foliage included with their entry fee. » Continue Reading.
Thinking of taking up trail running? The most important piece of equipment is, of course, your shoes.
Drew Haas, an avid trail runner and manager at the Mountaineer in Keene Valley, went over some options with us for the July/August issue of the Adirondack Explorer — with this caveat: “What works for one doesn’t necessarily work for the next.”
In general, trail-running shoes are more durable and more protective than street-running shoes. Trail shoes should have a protective plate in the forefoot so you don’t feel every rock you land on. » Continue Reading.
One of the longest-running triathlons in the U.S., this year’s Tupper Lake Tinman Triathlon features an increased number of registrations compared to recent years and a new Olympic-distance race. More than 500 athletes will compete in the 34th annual Tinman on June 25, compared with 390 entrants in 2015, and 375 in 2014.
The race is comprised of five different competitions: the Tinman Half Ironman, which includes a 1.2 mile swim, 56 mile bike, and 13.1 mile run; the Sprint, with a .5 mile swim, 12.6 mile run, and 3.1 mile run; the Olympic distance, with a .93 mile swim, a 26 mile bike, and 6.2 mile run; the Relay, with teams of 2 to 3 members who swim 1.2 miles, bike 56 miles, and run 13.1 miles collectively; and the Aquabike category, which includes a 1.2 mile swim and 56 mile bike. » Continue Reading.
I’ve been called the Pippy Longstocking or Punky Brewster of running. Pick your generation, I suppose. I get myself into and out of my own troubles, and I tend to run in whatever multitude of clothing layers I can cobble together on a cold day. The only article of clothing I find indisputably important is the sports bra. It’s my whole support team. (Oof. I’ll take that rim shot now!)
Today was a cold, bluebird day. Beautiful. Crisp. Just under 20 degrees when I set out, with the sun blazing overhead, tricking me into thinking I was warmer than I was. Truth be told, I’d only been running about 15 minutes when I could no longer really feel my legs. Just a slightly rough sensation as I rubbed one wool-covered hand across one reddened thigh. Oh yes. I was wearing shorts. Seemed like the right thing to do. Sunny = shorts. Right? Shorts and a-burst-of-color knee-high socks, socks that, having lost some of their elasticity, would slide slowly down to mid-calf every second mile or so. Annoying. Yet illustrative of the wearisome state of always being “on.” My socks, strangely enough, were telling me, nagging me to relax. I just know they were. Let go, they pestered. Slide a little, slouch, exhale. What a tease. » Continue Reading.
The winter blanket covering Wilmington last weekend looked decidedly more threadbare, even crusty, than the crippling snows covering Buffalo. Maybe the new season here couldn’t decide exactly when to begin – and so it heaved a resigned sigh rather than a consummate barbaric yawp. YAWP! I whooped aloud in the pre-morning haze, hoping to give unto winter what winter had yet to give unto us.
I set out to run as the sun topped the mountains off the back of my right shoulder. Powerful pinks and streaking yellows skirted the elevated horizon, only to be devoured by a familiar cloud cover. From Route 86, I hit the crossroads, the sign to Santa’s Workshop beckoning me up the Toll Road while the knowledge of a hot drink at the Little Supermarket urged me further into town.
I ignored both.
Instead, I kept on the straight trajectory, running up Bonnieview for as long as I felt like it. » Continue Reading.
More or less around this time, three years ago, I started to train for the 2012 Boston Marathon. Something like 117 degrees on the pavement, 95 or so ambient temp, that race was one of the hottest on record. It was the year before the dreadful bombing. And it took me practically six hours to complete. (I had trained to do it in four and a half.) Needless to say, I run slow and steady. Notwithstanding the suffocating heat of April 2012, I run a 10-minute mile—no matter what. When I think I’m sprinting: 10-minute mile. When I feel like I’m dragging: 10-minute mile. When I’m just perfect, trouncing along at a comfortable clip with a wacky spring in my step, dancing hands, and a bobbing head: 10-minute mile.
I enjoy the leisurely pace, most often because I run through rural landscapes, soaking in their (to me) intrinsic and needed sublimity while also stepping up and down and up and down into quickening challenges. Also, because I have very little drive for social, human-to-human competition. I compete only with myself or the raven croaking overhead, with how far that next tree or bend in the road or rocky outcropping appears on the horizon. Overcrowded, organized races are an anomaly for me, typically run because my brother asked me to or because I feel the notorious tug of the “I ought to’s” as part of a community or simply because I could bring a free beer back for my husband! I’m a self-described recluse (albeit along with said husband and three dogs); I choose solitude over socializing, introspection over conversation. Thus I choose to run… alone. » Continue Reading.