Sunday I participated in the
NYRR Gridiron Classic/Longest Football Throw Competition. It was cold, real cold. How cold was it? So cold that
Hoth looked like Miami Beach. I wore 4 layers on my torso and 3 on my legs. My chin froze, so I took the sweatshirt I got from participating in the race and wore it like a scarf. 'Twas -3 degrees at race time. I'm now man enough to join the
Polar Bear Club.
My throw was an anemic 22 yards. Hey, 66 feet ain't bad. It's better than what Rex Grossman is capable of anyway. I've got tons of excuses if you want to hear 'em. The winner threw it 52 yards. 52 yards! It's the same prototype that wins every year, by the way. A 6"5', white, walking cannon 245 lb. ex Sycracuse jock who isn't in the pros because he blew his knee out in college. You have to see a 52 yard football throw to believe it. Last year the winning toss was 63 yards. That is beyond insane. Like a rocket-launch, billowing smoke, oohs and aahs and all.
My run went quite well, despite my michelin-man layers. I ran each mile faster than the last, which is always my goal in short-distance races. Mile 1: 9:30, mile 2: 9:07, mile 3: 8:53, mile 4: 8:36. Nice.
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here to see my full results.
My next race will the be the
Coogan's Salsa, Blues and Shamrocks 5K. One of my faves, the
scenery is awesome!
