What You Do Not Know Because You Are Not Me!
Michel Ring
Why I love being a member of the Prospect Park Track Club
With five weeks to go before the NYC Marathon, I wanted to run 20 miles.  But I had had a busy weekend.  Then I had to buy a suit on Monday.  Tuesday I had to work (If the weather had been nice, I would have called in sick).  
But Wednesday was PERFECT.  Normally when I run 20 miles I like to run somewhere and take the train back.  I have run to the Bronx, and even to New Jersey Central Park  and back.  But I did not feel like dealing with the traffic, the traffic lights, or the tourists. So, I decided to run six loops of Prospect Park instead.  
On one hand, this was going to be challenging. There are 6 big hills, there is monotony - and did I say six big hills?  Also every time I would get to the top of Zoo Hill I would be tempted to go home.  On the other hand I know exactly where the water fountains are and I could easily get out of the park to buy a Gatorade at Lincoln Road Bartel Prichard Square 
I had no idea how great this run would be.  First, the Park was GOD DAMN GLORIOUS.  Some trees were starting to show their yellow and red, but most are holding onto their green.  But speaking of trees, there were three different groups of lumberjack type dudes repairing and clearing the mess left by the tornado.  (The approach to Grand   Army  Plaza 
I thought my only company would be the people lucky enough to work in Prospect  Park 
For most of my miles, my company was Bill Abrams.  He was just cruising around the park on his bike.  For the most part our conversation was about the benefits of being on a team.  How we do not compete with each other, we push each other.  If you look at the PPTC race results you can see who is running a little faster than you. These are the people you can run with, or just run behind them in the next race.  I told him how happy it makes me to meet a new member on his or her first group run, and to share the excitement of a run over the Brooklyn Bridge for the fist time.  They say things like “Oh, I don’t know if I can run 12 miles with you.” Then they beat me in a marathon a year later.  Love it.  Really.
Somewhere on my fourth loop, I told Bill that I was going to get a Gatorade when we got to Lincoln Road.  He said “No, I will get it and bring it to you; you should keep running.  You are my teammate.”   I did not see that coming, but it really made my day.
 
 
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