The race has been run since 1977 and put on by the NY Roadrunners running group. Current records are 9:30 for men and 11:23 for women. In it, runners race both the clock and other competitors to reach the observation deck as quickly as possible - 86 flights from ground level.
Here's the vid: Jeremy Mosher v. Empire State Building
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His reaction was normal. He starts the hill fresh and happy ('this is easier than Freshman Spanish'), then dies about 25% up ('me no gusto,' which is incorrect Spanish, btw). He finished in a respectable 16:45, just about 6 minutes behind the winner.
Now, I've run hills. Northern Michigan cross-country will do that to a person. However, even with all my training and fitness as of now, I'm not sure I could do the challenge in even that kind of time. Mount Pleasant is notoriously flat ('where the hell is the mountain?'), and my hills have been limited to a small rise and maybe some stairs - but not 86 flights of them.
So, woke up this morning thinking of running, decided to let my rest day be a rest day in light of the 19 degree, snowy, windy day that lay before me. 11 mph? no thanks.
Joe's a bit off-key today.
I do believe I'm getting sick. Not sick as in diseased, or plagued, or whatever you want to call it, but sick as in somewhat insane. There was a time (not too long ago, I might add) in which I would've called two slices of cold pizza the ultimate breakfast, bar none. This morning I woke up, headed for the dining hall, and had oatmeal with almonds and a banana mixed in and a plate of eggs. Granted, these were some disgusting eggs and soupy oatmeal (I like mine drier than most), but it was, for some reason, the best breakfast I've eaten in a long time.
Paczki day!
-RKS
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