A few years ago, in a Facebook group I belonged to, someone asked for recommendations on what to include in a kit for a 5K she was putting together for some community center. “A tech shirt”, said someone. “A good bag that you can actually use after the race”, stated someone else. “A travel mug with the race logo,” chimed in a 3rd person. As asked, I added my 2 cents: “A pair of custom-made running shoes delivered to my door by Eliud Kipchoge himself”.
And I was not being facetious. I was expressing how much I would love for Eliud Kipchoge to personally hand-deliver a pair of custom-made running shoes as part of that 5K. The point was that you may include whatever you want in a race kit, it is just a matter of cost.
For those of us who have been competing for a few decades, races where you only got a bib and traffic control were commonplace. Races with medals, tech shirts, expos, and celebrity participation were the exception. Or they were the exclusive domain of races with a major sponsor, the New York City Marathon, or similar events.
In a recent Runner’s World Newsletter, they stated that “veterans of the first running boom in the late 1970s and early 1980s love to recount the simplicity of that era’s races. ‘Someone would draw a line in the road, yell ‘Go!’, and then hand you a popsicle stick with your place as you finished. Entry fees were a dollar or two. The post-race party was a tailgate at someone’s station wagon.”
Even the convenience of registering online adds to the price of a race (Photo Pexels)
Now we complain if the medal looks cheap, if hydration has no options, if there is no entertainment along the way, if all we get is a banana, if the race shirt design is not to our liking, if there are no finish line professional pictures, if the race kit has only a handful coupons, etc. All great options—but they cost money, and you have to pay for them.
When you have water, Gatorade, or multiple flavors of gels every two miles, understand that it is part of the $80 for 10K or $150 for a half marathon you ponied up. When you go out of your way to thank all police officers for being there, don’t forget you paid for their time. This is when you should be mad at a crappy medal, a cotton race shirt, not having a banana, or them cramming age groups every 10 years.
According to that same RW post, “a RunSignup’s 2023 report found that the average 5K cost $29.90. Half marathons in the $100 range are now typical. And in December, 1,000 runners will get boutique treatment (personal fluids, pacers, indoor warmup space, etc.) at The Marathon Project in exchange for a $500 entry fee. Even allowing for inflation and exaggeration, races cost relatively much more than in days of yore. What gives?”
There are always cheap race organizers. The ones who charge premium prices yet don’t have crowd control and mix hundreds of runners with regular space users, such as a beach boardwalk. Sure, there are the ones that accommodate a half marathon within the confines of a public park, don’t have police control in place, get you a cheap generic award, and have no qualms about overcharging you. You should not participate in those races.
Look. I am not saying “the old times were better”. I am not here to advocate the return of the $15 Boston Marathon. The point here is to understand that you get what you pay for. When racing is labeled as a charity event it is because funds are being raised for a noble cause, not because sponsors want to subsidize your racing ego. So, there are two clear options:
A – Treat every local 5K as if it were a World Marathon Major celebration and demand what you pay for if you don’t get it.
B – Accept a no-frills race at a no-frills price and then don’t go complaining on Tik Tok about how crappy the medal was.
Do you think race fees are justified? Drop your thoughts in the comments below!
Runner’s World Magazine, the reference media outlet for the running community for over 50 years, ran an article on April 27, titled “How to Pace a 5K So You Can Hit Your PR”. It was written by Stephen Sheehan. The expert quoted throughout the narrative was Coach Adolfo Salgueiro, head coach at Foultips.Run.
“I have been a Runner’s World reader since the early 1980s,” Stated Coach Salgueiro. “Being able to contribute to one of their articles is a dream come true. The fact they wanted my expertise on the subject is a statement to the value of the decades of experience and preparation I’ve put into this passion of mine.”
This is the second time Coach Adolfo has been in Runner’s World. A summary on his running career ran back in March 2021.
To read the full Runner’s World article you may click here.
Be aware that Runner’s World has a limit on the number of free articles non-members can read a month. If you have exceeded such a number, you may have to come back next month to read it. Or contact me and I will send you a PDF version.
I was really looking forward to last Saturday (October 31st). For the first time since March, seven months ago, I was going to participate in a real race. None of the virtual stuff. A race where everybody was going to be in the same place, running the same distance, on the same course, at the same time. On one side, I was excited for this opportunity, on the other, I was not sure how comfortable I was going to feel given what is going on with the second surge of the Covid pandemic.
All masked up as we waited in line for our turn on the staggered starting line
But this 5K was on one of the runways of the Miami International Airport, a place where I may never, ever, have the opportunity to run, again, unless I am deplaning on an emergency landing. A tough race to pass, especially when I had been registered since January. The race was originally scheduled for April, but with everything going on, it was postponed.
A few weeks ago, participants got an email with the updated date, time and rules. Being in an active airport and in the middle of a pandemic, the instructions were strict and written in a straight, harsh tone. Somebody I know said he’d rather not participate because this felt like the “Gestapo 5K”.
The start was set in four waves, so participants could keep their distance. You were given a specific window of 30 minutes to come into the hangar, pick up your bib and get running. Organizers did not want too many people hanging out while waiting to start. The use of a mask covering your nose and mouth was mandatory except for when you were actually racing.
From there, you had to get in a loooong line to enter the runway. Once at the start, there were three lines of 10 cones separated by the appropriate socially distant space. Each runner had to stand by a cone. Once the front three were gone, you were asked to walk to the cone in front of you and about 5 seconds later, you could start the race. I totally understand the reason for this, but it was weird and uncomfortable.
Running on the runway of an active airport (even though this was a taxi way not a landing one), was absolutely amazing. While I was running, I saw four passenger planes taking off maybe 100 feet from where I was, and two landing. We were on the other end of the passenger terminal. Surreal, worthwhile experience.
After crossing the finish line, you were given a medal, a bottle of water or Gatorade, picked up a race shirt and kicked out of there. There was no hanging out, checking for results or award ceremony. Once again, totally understandable but not what a post-race is supposed to feel like.
Because of the stacked start, all runners were timed individually, and the results compiled based on chip time. Fast, middle-of-the-pack, slow runners and walkers all mixed throughout the course. Good it was in an airport runway so there was plenty of space to pass without having to wave around people.
With the Miami International Airport 5K done, my conclusion is that I am happy I participated. I am not a big fan of the 5K distance, but this was a hard to pass course. But this did not feel like a race. For the third time, I understand the reasons why it had to be this way and there was no other way to pull this off safely, but still, it did not feel like a race. If I had been the Race Director, I would have done exactly the same. But the get-in-run-get-out approach was not conducive to a welcoming event. It did not have the right atmosphere; it was not encouraging to sharing the experience with your running buddies and it left my returning to racing expectations, unfulfilled. None of this is the fault of the organizers, it is just the way it is in 2020.
While most races round the world are cancelled for the 2020-21 season, there are still a handful in South Florida that got the necessary city permits and are moving forward. I sincerely hope they can pull it off and that no one gets sick, so these events can continue and runners, hopefully including me, will learn to adjust. But I am not sure when I will participate again, though. This new race style is not worth the risk, at least for me, at least at this time. My goal race is on February 14th, 2021. I will have to reassess by then if virtual or in-person is the way to go.
NOTE: Rita is a good friend who on 2011, on the 10th anniversary of the September 11 attacks, ran the Tunnel to Towers Run. This is the story of her experience. It is a bit long, but worth the read.
Stephen Stiller
What an AMAZING event!!!! I can honestly say the BEST 5K (actually, 3.3 miles) I have ever had the privilege of running. As a \”true\” runner, it has all the makings of a race you would hate – an outrageously expensive entry fee ($50 early registration for a 5K with no tech shirt – but a good cause!), way too many people – half of which are registered as walkers and most have probably not run a race before, no corrals to organize this mass of humanity and clearly the organizers were not runners. All of that didn\’t matter – it was still the best 5K ever and what an honor to run in the steps of and among true American heroes! If you ever get the chance – RUN THIS RACE!!
Rita has ran 2 marathons and 13 halves, but her favorite distance is 10 miles.
For those who do not know the story of this race, on September 11, 2001, after just after finishing an overnight shift at his firehouse in Brooklyn, Stephen Siller was on his way to play golf with his brothers when he heard on his scanner news of the World Trade Center disaster. Stephen immediately turned his car around and drove to the Brooklyn Battery Tunnel. With traffic at a standstill, Stephen got out of his car, strapped on 80 pounds of gear and ran through the tunnel. He eventually met up with his squad members as they rushed into the World Trade Center. Stephen Siller and ten other members of his Squad perished while saving the lives. Stephen is survived by his wife, Sarah, and their five children. The Stephen Siller FDNY “Let Us Do Good” Children’s Foundation pays tribute to all firefighters and everyone lost on September 11. The foundation has donated over four million dollars to various charities, including a burn center and Freedom Alliance’s Scholarship Fund, which provides scholarships to the children of members of the U.S. military who have been killed or permanently disabled in the line of duty. This race traces Stephen\’s steps and raises money for the charity named for him.
I am a native New Yorker (Queens) and knowing a few people who either just escaped or lost their lives on 9/11, this race has always been on my and hubby Bill\’s radar. This past summer, Bill twisted my arm and said, \”Why don\’t we do the Tunnel to Towers this year\”. I am so glad he did!! This is a race I will tell my grandchildren about (definitely a \”rocking chair memory\” as my mother-in-law would say).
Bill & I had a 4:30 AM wake-up call to make the 9:30 AM start of the race (you had to be on the shuttle bus or ferry by 7:30 AM due to the tunnel closure). We took the Path train out of Newark Penn Station (which is about 30 min. from our house). The Train reminded me of Broad Street Run in Philly. Three guys who were going to work and thousands of runners, more than half in their fire-fighting equipment on the train. The Linden (NJ) Fire department was on our train, a good 20-30 guys all in their gear. When we got to the World Trade Center stop a mass of humanity snaked around in an organized fashion to the buses. We saw fire fighters from London (yes, as in England), Ft Lauderdale, Long Beach, Louisville, KY; all over New York, New Jersey and Connecticut. We were just starting to feel what this race is all about. The bus ride to Brooklyn however reminded me, and several women I was sitting with, of the NYC marathon, being shuttled hours ahead of time to get to the start to wait around.
In Red Hook, Brooklyn still more walking to get to the start, but that was fine as it was a beautiful morning. Bill & I made our way to the start area about an hour or so before the start. We saw several the wounded warriors that were profiled on a national CBS special a few days before the race. After getting chased out of the start area we walked up the street a bit and took a seat and waited for the race to start. About 45 minutes before the race started, they did a ceremony honoring those who lost their lives on 9/11 and the soldiers lost since. I was almost in tears during the ceremony. Very moving and very appropriate for the day of remembrance & celebration. They had huge screens and speakers set up for almost a mile up to the starting line so folks could see the pre-race ceremonies.
At 9:00 they had a Rolling Thunder group and NYC\’s finest on motorcycles started the race with a handful of wounded warriors, some of whom are recipients of the Stephen Siller Foundation. Then 1600 cadets from West Point went through the Tunnel, another ceremony with some songs and the National Anthem, and then the start – more than 30,000 for a 5K. When this event started 10 years ago, 2,000 ran. This year was the largest ever! We figured the race would be like the 1st mile of Broad street, far from PR time and we would be lucky to run at all with all the people around. Since we were near the front, we were able to run right away when we hit the starting line. I was going to stay with Bill, but he just said \”go ahead\” – It felt good to stretch my legs a bit, so I headed off. The race snakes around for the first .3 of a mile or so, and you go right into the tunnel. Very cool coming into the Tunnel. They had the electric signs welcoming the runners and they had speakers set up and \”Proud to be an American\” blasting! Kids were darting for speed, but most people were singing & whenever the chorus hit. People were shouting and your body actually vibrated from the cheers – it was amazing! The tunnel is about 2 miles of the run and I settled in, just wanting to enjoy a new experience, running in a tunnel! It was hot and humid, but I couldn\’t complain because you kept passing people in full firefighting attire, complete with oxygen tanks! Downhill in the tunnel was awesome, and when you hit the straight away you just saw this mass of humanity in front of you! It was great and I barely felt the uphill side, which surprised me. They had music through most of the tunnel.
As you come out of the tunnel, that is when it was utterly amazing. You see the WTC site in front of you. They have firefighters and police in their dress blues, all lined up for almost half a mile each with banners for the 343 fire fighters who died on 9/11 and guys in kilts and bag pipes. Runners were high fiving the guys and thanking them for their service. I gladly joined in. I don\’t know who was enjoying it more: those of us running or the people holding the banners and cheering us on.
Banners for the 343 fire fighters who died on 9/11 are displayed for almost half a mile
My friend, Kate, lost her husband, Robert McPadden, a NYC fire fighter, that day. As I was going past, I noticed Bob\’s banner. I stopped, pulled my cell phone out and asked the young fire fighter holding the banner if I could take his picture. The young man didn\’t know Bob, but he was very gracious with this old lady stopping in the race and taking his picture. After that, I kept high-fiving, especially to the guys near the back of the line. Bill said when he passed them, there was a young woman running who stopped in front of one of the firemen and planted a big old kiss on the lips of the guy. The two fire fighters around him asked if he knew her and apparently, he didn\’t. He was as shocked as anyone. These are the reasons I LOVE NY!!
After the fire fighters, there was a water stop and you turned a corner towards the Hudson River. You’d think you are almost done, but there’s still about a mile to go. We went by the new 9/11 memorial and a 2nd memorial along the river. When I hit the river I looked to my left & there was a NYC fire boat with water guns flowing in front of the Statue of Liberty. An amazing site!
I felt good & kept running as you snaked around the esplanade and to West and Liberty streets to the finish. They had cheerleaders, bands, people rooting for you. Great support and motivation. I had about .3 to go as I passed one of the wounded warriors (with 1 leg) who was profiled on the local CBS affiliate that week. I gave him and his posse a cheer. The finish line was on West Street, which is where the party really began. I did 30:17 for 3.38 miles, so right at a 9 min/mile – a nice run for me. Bill did 37 Min and was more than happy with his run.
If you want to feel proud to be an American, something I know I needed, especially in those days, this is the race to run or volunteer for. Definitely a feel-good event and one that I am so happy I got the chance to do.
Rita Shea-Van Fossen, PhD is a Associate Professor of Management at Nova Southeastern University and ran her first 5K at 39. She has run two marathons (NJ and NYC) and 13 half marathons, but her favorite distance is 10 miles. Despite claiming to hate running, she keeps running for the health benefits and to spend time with her awesome running friends.
My return to running started on Feb. 16, 2019. That was the day of the Chris Hixon Memorial 5K. I couldn’t remember the last time I ran 3.1 miles, but it didn’t matter. Chris Hixon was killed in the Marjory Stoneman Douglas shootings and his wife, Debbie, had been a colleague of mine. Having a high-school-aged daughter myself, my heart was broken for Debbie, for the MSD kids, for all kids, for my country. This 5K was something I could do.
Lucy learned about streaking in Runners World magazine. She started and hasn’t stopped.
I ran/walked that 5K in an hour. Well, just under an hour because as we approached the finish line, the seconds were counting up and my friend and I sprinted for the finish — if you can call it a sprint — and we finished in 59:37. We celebrated!
A few months later, lounging on my bed, I read my very first copy of Runner’s World magazine. The cover story was about the magazine’s annual running streak, set to begin on Memorial Day and run through the Fourth of July — 41 days of running one mile every day.
Nutty, I thought. Who has the time to run every day? Who would want to? One sentence in that story jumped off the page: Run one mile every day for a year and watch your body change.
OK. That got me. I was at the heaviest weight I’d ever been (except when I was pregnant) and was eager for my body to change. I was willing to invest the year, and I couldn’t wait for Memorial Day to begin. I started the next day, April 27, 2019.
The first few days were more walking than running, but I did them. And they hurt a little. Why was I doing this again?
So I turned to the #RWrunstreak Facebook page and read about all the crazy streakers running through ice and snow, hitting 500 days, celebrating comma day, streaking for four years! They inspired me and kept me going. When streakers completed their runs with icicles hanging off their eyelashes, no way was I going to let a little warm South Florida rain break my streak.
I soon discovered that my streak worked best if I didn’t think about it first. So I woke up every morning, drink a glass of water, put on my running clothes and sneakers, and walk out the door. Before I can think too much about it or reason with myself to stay in bed, I’m running.
I also discovered — much less easily — that the same philosophy is true of everything in my life. If I stop analyzing things before I do them and just get started, I soon discover things get done. Every day, no matter what, I deserve those 10-15 minutes to myself, to get my heart beating, to be thankful that I can actually get up on my still healthy legs and move them the way I want. I didn’t consider myself a runner. I was just taking part in this gimmick, this streak. But I do consider myself a runner now. I’m not fast or graceful and stuff hurts most of the time, but I run, and that’s all it takes to be a runner.
My body has changed since I started running every day. Not right away, and to be honest, it wasn’t until I changed my diet (no sugar, no dairy) that the pounds fell off. I’ve lost 25 pounds this past year. It was running every day that made me want to stick to a food plan that makes me feel better.
Yesterday, Monday, September 7th, I celebrated Labor Day with my 500th consecutive day of running. Yes, every day. I don’t look too far out. I just run today, every day. It’s a habit now, like brushing my teeth. I don’t think about it; I just do it. And I can’t imagine a day when I won’t.
Post script: This story was written a few days before the completion of the 500 milestone. When I wrote to Lucy a couple of days prior to publication to confirm the streak was still alive, this was her answer: “Yup! I am out of town for the day and forgot my sneakers, so I ran my mile in my Birkenstock sandals this morning!! I\’ll do whatever it takes to keep my streak alive”.
Lucy Chabot Reed is a Fort Lauderdale-based journalist of more than 30 years. She started running in high school but only dabbled in it until starting her run streak. She now competes in triathlons.
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