3.52 miles - Down Hemlock April 22, 2006 8:30 am. |
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John Hirsch, 30, covered the rolling 3.52-mile Down Hemlock course in 20-minutes, 45 seconds to capture his second victory of the year. He and second place finisher Joe Whelan went out fast and exchanged the lead several times. Meanwhile Ken Merrick, back off his fantastic Boston performance, tested his legs and cruised home in third place.
Pam Quist, captured the women’s laurels for the fifth straight week, finishing 10th overall in 23:42. She moved up into 4th place in the prestigious Roxbury point totals this week to boot!
There are several runners listed as (Not reported) this week in the results. These people must not have signed out after the race. If you think you are one of these folks, email Web Guy Jr. at marksl2(at)earthlink.net.
Swiss Letters
Those of you who raced Roxbury in 2004 will recall Ken Moffitt. He finished third in the point totals that year and celebrated by moving to Switzerland where no one who knows him will be surprised to hear that he is still running and competing. He was inspired to write Web Guy Jr. after looking up all the Roxbury runners' Boston results. Here's his nice email:
Hi Mark,
Congratulations to Roxbury finishers at Boston. So far I've seen the
results for you, Ken Merrick, and Ed, and you all did well.. Is it only
the finish time they're showing now, and not the net time? I forgot to
watch Eurosport TV on Monday night to see if they were covering the race
live. My son in Boston said that the forecast was for favorable
conditions, and I guess that is in part responsible for the very fast
winning time. The top Americans ran very impressively this year,
actually competing well with the Kenyans..
I'm now getting ready for the Lausanne 20 km this coming Saturday, after
some not too bad training in the local hills. Last October I managed a
3:14 at the Lausanne Marathon, which is the only race that I've run
since the Brookfield 4 miler on Jan 1, 2005.
Best wishes to you and all,
Ken Moffitt
Vevey, Switzerland
Boston Results!
Web Guy Jr. has done his best to include the race results of all Roxbury runners that took part in the 110th running of the Boston Marathon. Here they are sorted by finish time. Congrats to all!
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Safety
Safety is important to us, as we don't run on closed roads and generally like each other.
It is safest if we face traffic as much as safe and possible. (on the other hand, avoid the inside of sharp, blind curves.) Also, it is much safer if we are all on the same side of the road, instead of making traffic drive between runners.
Fossil has three rules of running:
Be safe
Have fun
It's sometimes more fun if you win. Set goals you can realistically achieve.
Be nice to the drivers. For the most part, they like us, and they are proud to have us running in Roxbury. Smile, and, if you wave, be sure you use all five fingers.
This week's pictures
Mark LoSacco is up top looking at his watch. He did a lot of that at Boston and his fine time management skills earned him as PR.
Then we have Amazing Chris Deming, running past the trash can in the fog. He's just about the only one who knew to wear sunglasses on a foggy day. About the time the race ended the sun came out, and he was the only one who didn't have to squint. Amazing.
Along the side of the results, we have Mo van Moffaert about to get her stick from Ken Merrick, who also PR'd at Boston. Then there's a shot of two camera-shy runners, hiding where they think we won't take their pictures. Below that is a picture of physical therapist Mike Candito, who now lives in Massachusetts. The Fossil credits Mike with saving his Achilles tendon, and thus helping end the Fossil's plague of injuries. Thanks, Mike.
Below the results there's a picture of Pam Quist in the fog, and along the bottom there's a reminder of the weather we've left behind.
The Roxbury Races are now listed on the Internet both on RunningInTheUSA and on HiTekRacing.com
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Created April 23, 2006
Hurt Hawks
by Robinson Jeffers
The broken pillar of the wing jags from the
clotted shoulder,
The wing trails like a banner in defeat,
No more to use the sky forever but live with
famine
And pain a few days: cat nor coyote
Will shorten the week of waiting for death, there is game without talons.
He stands under the oak-bush and waits
The lame feet of salvation; at night he remembers freedom
And flies in a dream, the dawns ruin it.
He is strong and pain is worse to the strong,
incapacity is worse.
The curs of the day come and torment him
At distance, no one but death the redeemer will humble that head,
The intrepid readiness, the terrible eyes.
The wild God of the world is sometimes merciful to those
That ask mercy, not often to the arrogant.
You do not know him, you communal people, or you
have forgotten him;
Intemperate and savage, the hawk remembers him;
Beautiful and wild, the hawks, and men that are dying, remember him.
I'd sooner, except the penalties, kill a man than
a hawk;
but the great redtail
Had nothing left but unable misery
From the bone too shattered for mending, the wing that trailed under his talons
when he moved.
We had fed him six weeks, I gave him freedom,
He wandered over the foreland hill and returned in the evening, asking for
death,
Not like a beggar, still eyed with the old
Implacable arrogance.
I gave him the lead gift in the twilight.
What fell was relaxed, Owl-downy, soft feminine feathers; but what
Soared: the fierce rush: the night-herons by the flooded river cried fear at its
rising
Before it was quite unsheathed from reality.
