“What was the winning beer mile time?”


Well! Another successful mile in the books. Will have plenty to say about it in the coming days, but I thought I’d throw up the results in a timely manner. Though considering I didn’t post any results from last year, what’s the rush?

Before I get too deep into it, I want to say the biggest of thank yous to everyone who participated in the event, whether they were runners, volunteers, spectators, friends, family, or Gambit. Events like this are put on by people, for people, and seeing everyone work together to make this track meet come together is really touching.

Without further ado, the results of the open mile:

  1. Daven Oskvig – 6:24
  2. Jamie Hobbs – 6:32
  3. Jeff Green – 6:48
  4. Mike Welden – 6:53
  5. Jason Vidmar – 6:53
  6. Mike Mertsock – 7:05
  7. Mike Meynadasy – 7:42
  8. Laura Rekkerth – 7:44
  9. John Green – 8:05
  10. Sean Scarisbrick – 8:49
  11. Ben Metcalf – 9:20

If those numbers seem high to you, take into account the fact that the course was long, over frozen, rutted ground with multiple feet of elevation change. Not exactly a PR course. Add on to that below freezing temps, and you’ve got a competition that really gets my blood pumping. Lots of people gutting it out – gotta love that.

And now, the challenge mile results. All challenges are completed on a per lap basis (1 beer/lap, etc.). Here are the results:

  1. Kevin Sager – 11:04 – Beer
  2. Jamie Hobbs – 11:59 – Beer
  3. Sean Scarisbrick – 12:24 – Beer
  4. Daven Oskvig – 12:37 – Beer
  5. John Green – 12:52 – Limericks
  6. Mike Welden – 13:11 – Beer
  7. Jason Vidmar – 13:14 – Pushups/Beer/Growler carry
  8. Billy Frey – 13:26 – Beer
  9. Mike Meynadasy – 14:37 – Beer
  10. Jeff Green – 15:44 – Beer
  11. Griffin Lavine – 17:38 – Beer
  12. Sam Devine – 21:31 – Beer

Huge congratulations to our race winners, and to everyone else who participated. It was not an easy day, and the heart and courage shown by the athletes is truly inspiring.

To participate in the event, athletes needed to write a short memorial to 2016. Something that made the year memorable or significant. I’ve compiled them below. As you read through them, think of something that’s made 2016 memorable for you, and what you’ll do to make 2017 memorable as well. It’s going to be a good year, I think.

Dear Melanie,

You made sure that 2016 was memorable for me. For that I thank you.

Since before I was married (that is a long time ago), I have had a dream of sorts… that once I was old and stodgy, and that beyond expectation, a grown-up kid of mine would invite me on a vacation. I thought of it as a validation of achieving a kind of gold star in parent-to-grown-kid relations.

I kind of felt that I’d earned it when you and Jeff and I spent a few days in the Great Range. But that also didn’t really count as much in my mind for some reason – it was a mutual thing more than an invitation for a kid.

Then, in 2016, you invited me on… A ROAD TRIP across the US! OMG! It was a true post-college adventure, right down to every detail like depart in the late afternoon, drive all night, sleep in the car, eat nothing but Taco Bell burritos warmed on the dash in the sun, 3600 miles in 7 days kind of trip. And YOU invited ME!

Thanks for inviting me to share your celebratory adventure. Thanks for putting up with me through all those miles. For the better part of four of those 7 days we shared a phone booth size space and came out of it happy!

You made a dream of mine come true! Love, Dad

I’d like to thank the tenderhearted Billy Frey for a sensual night in the honeymoon hike at Mt. Marcy’s base

My memorial is to my faith in the American electorate. Maybe it was naive and misplaced, but it gave me comfort and made my world seem better. And now it is gone.

The old man said “Hello” as I stepped from my car at the CVS in Brighton. It was one of the few cool days in the summer of 2016 so weather was the subject of the start of our conversation. We agreed that something was “off” and it was going just the way the scientists had predicted.

I found that he was a Korean War Vet and after the service had enjoyed the life that the big yellow box offered. He considered himself lucky because in his view those days were gone. “I don’t think he’ll win, but I think this Trump might be on to something.” As I stumbled saying I’ve got to get going” in fear of what was coming. He started to outline with great empathy the desperation of the working class and his worry about the future.

He gave me some perspective on the year and a bit of hope. Donald Trump is a fraud, but the people who voted for him are not.

2016 was fine I guess. Obama crushed it and I graduated college! But what really got me through those long, lonely nights was the thought that on January 14, 2017, I would get to see the one and only Jeff Green!

Happy Beer Mile =)

During my running career, I’ve been influenced by all sorts of people, but two stand out most in my mind as shaping me as an athlete and, to some extent, as a person. Through 2016, Josh Rossi made a strong bid at being the third. He did something that people don’t often do these days – he kicked my ass and didn’t apologize. He challenged me to get better. And I did.


Either way, Rossi expanded my athletic career in a new dimension, and that certainly made the year very memorable. Thanks man.

some mething that made 2015 memorable: “so many adventures with friends. Those times spent just experiencing life, challenging ourselves and each other together. With no judgment, only acceptance.”

f. That sounds so embarrassing. Can’ it j anaontlos or something?

-anonymous **

I wish to memorialize the death of the US Political System as we once knew it.

  • No longer will Republicans just disagree with the Democratic President instead attempting to govern.
  • No longer will Democrats avoid paying attention to the needs of the gernal public.
  • No longer will investors enjoy the stability of a stalemated congress.

No folks, those days are gone. The benefits of not having to pay attention are gone. We citizens will now be required to actually pay attention to the forces that shape our world. It’s a new day.

I never get really sick. The sniffles, a bad cold, or a twenty four hour bug is about it.

Pretty good for a teacher who deals with 150 fetid, verminous, diseased little bastards every day.

And then I spent all of December with bronchitis, which just leveled me. Today is the 31st of December, and I just did my first run of the month — a perilously slow three miler on the snowy trails of Bond’s Lake. My body responded a few hours later with a crippling case of the shits, and shivering cold sweats, which sent me back to bed and a three hour nap, which I just woke up from and from where I write this missive.

But I’m gonna be OK. I can see the light at the end of the tunnel.

And that’s the key of my message. There is, thank God, light at the end of the tunnel.

I don’t know how I’d have handled the weeks of lethargy, the one and a half hour sessions of coughing just so I could go to sleep at night, the days at work where I minimised every movement to conserve the energy I didn’t have because I wasn’t eating, the endless hours on the couch when I got home watching those I love living, the feeling of living a sort of in-between half-life, the unsettling amphetamine-like rush of Dayquil and deadening soul-bunt of Nyquil.

It was bearable because I knew that I would, eventually, get better.

In the midst of it all, however, I began to think about those I know, and those I do not, some I’ve heard of and most I will not, who do not have that light at the end of the tunnel. Those real people with chronic conditions, or disease death sentences, for whom the only real release is the final one into what Shakespeare calls “The Undiscovered Country, from whose borne no traveler returns.”

They have, now, my more than academic love and respect. And my pity, though most never ask for nor desire it.

I don’t know how they do it. They are stronger than I am. If it is, perhaps, ‘only’ because they have to be, it doesn’t change my feelings for them. My hard-won understanding that suddenly does not seem so hard-won.

And that is my memorial to the December of 2016.

I am greatful for the buffalo bills. They did not shatter my fragile perspective of reality and make the playoffs.

To Jeff,

Thanks for the inspiration in attempting the unfathomable in 2016…and for always dreaming big.

Also…thanks for not leaving me to die on NYE MOUNTAIN. (That was cool of you.)

In memory of the times we’ve had.

The hours in the woods.

The laughs.

The silence.

Lifes hard.

You’ve made my life have best days.

Best memories.

The most love.

Maybe the only love Ive ever truly felt.

Thanks friends.

❤ Run fam ❤

Be awesome.

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