March 27th, 1998
The date marks the Friday 27 years ago when my running
friend Tommy B. and I set off on a running goal together. He was getting off
from his midnight shift job with the water company and my first two morning
clients had cancelled, and I still had an eight-hour day of work ahead of me,
so I was relieved as such. The day before Tommy B. and I decided to meet at the
Ridgewood Duck Pond. We’d been discussing—that someday we would like to run
forty miles. Both of us had never ran more than 36 miles all in one run.
Funny enough, Tommy B. and I had only met two years prior via
having a mutual acquaintance, Nancy. One day Nancy said to me, “There’s this
guy you could run your long runs with. He’s like the male version of you Jody.”
I almost fell over laughing as we’d ran together that day. I figured, no one
could possibly be as quirky and scientific minded in their running as I had
been—for it was not normal. Yet, Nancy was correct. Tommy B. was the male
running version of myself.
So, that day in March we met at quarter past four in the
morning. It was cool out, Tommy wore long running pants. He was always more
chilled than I was on our long runs once a week. I’d always thought it was
because, as much peanut butter as he’d eaten—that was by the spoonful as he’d
stated. His large amounts of daily peanut butter eating seemed not to lend
itself to having a much more body fat. At the time Tommy, being a vegetarian, appeared
to have kept his body fat lower than my beef eating eight percent. He must’ve
been at four percent body fat or lower then.
That day, I’d shown up with my short, pocketed running
tights on. Too, a windbreaker over my ripped and worn layered shirts and wearing
a pair of cotton gardening gloves. It was either that or socks I wore on my
hands when chilled. Tommy was a bit overdressed, yet we never imagined the
temperature would get any higher than sixty degrees. At most it would the high
sixties with the full sun, as we’d run throughout the parks. The three other
parks paths connected to the Ridgewood Duck Pond area back then.
We had our hand held fast-draw water bottles loaded up. I
had GUs stuffed in my short’s pockets. We carried extra HydraFuel and UltraFuel
bottles to store and hide on our first loop of ten miles in the park for the
ensuing loops. Off we ran into the dark of the path leading towards the Glen
Rock park, then Paramus areas. By the time we’d finished our first ten miles
the sun was rising. We felt good, yet the temperatures began to rise rapidly.
After twenty miles, Tommy mentioned he was getting warm. I asked, “Aren’t you wearing
shorts under those running pants?” He replied, “No, I forgot to bring a pair.”
I replied, “Ahh. Don’t worry about it. It can’t get that hot today. You’ll be
fine.” Tommy nodded.
Off we were for our third ten-mile loop, we were making
great timing too, staying well under eight-minute miles—we’d finish in just
about five hours at that pace. Every ten miles we’d take about an eight-minute
rest to drink more fluid, suck down a GU and hit then head. This was so we
didn’t have to be carrying our fast-draw water bottles on our third and fourth
loops and we’d only be carrying the empty bottles we’d hidden of premade drinks
to the trash receptacles as we’d run.
After thirty miles the temperatures ramped up nearing eighty
degrees. Tommy bemoaned he didn’t think he could last more than two more miles.
I said, “Com’on Tommy, we gotta’ do this. I know we can.” He replied, “Jody,
it’s so hot. I don’t know how much more I can take.” I remarked, “I’ll give you
a free massage today for an hour, my eleven cancelled. I don’t got nobody till
noon. You’ll be my eleven for free. Free Massage Tommy. Com’on Buddy! Besides I
know you’ve been stressed lately. You gonna’ turn that down?” Tommy perked up,
“Really?” I replied, “Oh yeah. I swear. Cross my heart Tommy. I will work your
body for free for an hour. Com’on. Let’s do this. We can!”
Tommy agreed. At that point and time in having known Tommy
B. I’d never known how humorous he was. That day, those last ten miles, he got
funnier and funnier. Everything had a point of sarcastic hilarity to it. It was
the first time I’d ever heard him curse. At times I was laughing so hard, I’d
wobbled nearly knocking him over as I was filled with laughter and exhaustion.
With two miles to go, he wanted to quit. I scolded, “No! No way! Not happening!
We’re doin’ this buddy!” He’d become
more agitated, as the temperatures rose above 80 degrees.
Soon, we were at our cars—now as veterans of our first
forty-mile run. We ended in five hours and four minutes. “See you at eleven
Tommy. In my office.” I quipped. I got in my car and drove off to the gym where
my office was located in. I cleaned up and waited in the weights room area just
outside my office. I heard Tommy talking to a former professional football
player that we both knew—as that was after he’d made it down the staircase. The
former player and a few of the other guys who he’d play racquetball with were
giggling. “Damn! No way!” Their voices drifted off. I smiled, as I meandered
over to them to greet Tommy. “You.” I laughed. The player remarked, “Wow!” I
remarked, “Yes, we did forty miles this morning.” Tommy smiled with an ‘awe
shucks’ look on his face. “Hey. You ready? You’ll be good after this.” I added.
As I worked, Tommy still had me laughing. He was so high
from the accomplishment of running forty miles that day. The things we understood about one another
over the next few years, as Tommy opened up a fabulous running store and such. We’d
become separated as runners as our lives took different paths. Yet, every day
since when I’ve either ran in or driven past the Ridgewood Duck Pond I think of
that forty-mile run. One of many ultra-long runs we’d raced and trained in the
future separately. Yet that was the beginning of our many times separate
ultra-distance experiences. Tommy passed on September 12, 2014 at age 54. Oddly
enough, the people we knew in running had never contacted me about his passing.
I found out about his passing as I my husband and I were reminiscing together,
and we wondered what had happened to Tommy. Too, as my husband that day knew he
was himself dying, I was compelled to look Tommy up, for he’d want to know. And
that is how I found out that Tom Brunetto had died years before.---Jody-Lynn
Reicher
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