
At noon time today, the second great wave of runners stepped off from the starting line in Flushing Meadow. There were 40 in total and under bright sunny skies they set off on a journey that will not be completed until 144 hours have passed. One might say that running for 6 days has to be one the most challenging running events in the world, with just 2 significant exceptions.
There is the obvious matter of course of the 29 runners who have already been here for the past 4 days, and each of whom has run nearly 200 miles or even much more. For them this influx of fresh legs is like an infusion of new energy and inspiration. They are each moving now to a unique flow and rhythm that emanates from within. They may have schedules and time tables but when you have been on your feet for such a long long time and have come so far you are not bound by so many of our seemingly important day to day concerns.
There is no boss to please, no assignment to be handed in, in fact there is no useful functional purpose to be here at all other than to please yourself. To take pride in an achievement that few can even comprehend.
The 6 day race is long and hard. It has been around in some shape or form since the middle of the 1800’s. But yes there are harder things out there besides those beside you who have been here already for four days and will not reach the half way point of their paths for another 24 hours. For a truly incomprehensible race one need only turn to the Self-Transcendence 3100 Mile race that is held nearby every June.
If you want to learn more about it you would only have to ask one of the 4 guys who have already run it many times before and are using the 6 day race to train. You can recognize them because they are running as if there is no tomorrow.








There are times when you just know that something special is happening. The Self-Transcendence 6 and 10 day race is just a few hours old and already 36 year old Igor Mudryk from Vinnitsa Ukraine seems to be doing something above and beyond everyone else in the field. The bow has been barely untied from this years running and yet, in just the few hours I was there, I felt I was witnessing from him, the early stages of a remarkable performance.
Last year he ran 712 miles which was a huge increase over his previous best, something in the order of 179 miles more. Today the weather Gods are smiling on Flushing Meadow and perhaps the whole east coast of America. The temperature is balmy and the winds are mild so at this point in the race everyone looks great. There are no great struggles going on and the jabs of pain and the shackles of groaning fatigue have yet to be felt by anyone. Unless perhaps it is the crew who have worked here for close to 5 days to make sure that all the bits of the great jig saw puzzle were neatly in place.











