Not talking about the time standards, any hobby jogger can run a 2:50 and 1:20 on a casual Sunday long.
I’m talking about the way which NYRR maximizes the amount of money to get a spot in the damn race!
Want to run New York? OK pal, gotta run a NYRR half in NYC—oh wait too bad they’re all full! Ok then champ why don’t you try a full—you’d better beat Fauci’s 3:20 PR at Marine Corps!
So you spent six months training and your shoe came undone at mile 20? We **guess** that you can register for the charity division slowpoke, but that will be 5000 bucks, Moderna and Pfizer have teams this year to go ahead and register, ignore the ringing in your ear too!
The whole race is too big to fail and is now starting to feel like a money grabbing overblown farce, Abebe Bikila himself wouldn’t be able to run in 2025—you haven’t done your NYRR half!—Race organizers doth protest.
All the runners with character, or courage, morals or convictions who used to be at NYRR is long gone. The algorithm has long-since digested them into byte-sized chunks of information reeling about on the screen between our fingertips.
Some heroes they are at the NYRR. They’re now drugged up and painted down in so much make-up that they don’t even resemble the thing it was that they used to be anymore.
Through the window of history, the ancient running heroes of old—Zatopek and Nuurmi, Zampernini, Cerruty and Landy—stand about, drinking aimlessly and laughing at the absurdity, seeming so much more balanced, so much more certain. The running heroes of the future planting their flag behind a tweet or hanging their principles upon a black screen on a digital platform owned by a billionaire—boldly supporting the character recognition software that either promotes or demotes their messaging on the non-binary category dependent on a third-party company far away, so that no one will ever know the acts for which they were permanently forgotten, chewed, digested, and excreted by the organism of the internet.
Will the NYRR see the error of its ways anytime soon?