(Editorial Note: Jerry & Ann hosted their breakfast finale on June 27, 2015 closing this chapter of Club history)

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Reston Runners Changed My Life 

I was an empty nester in 1992, alone in my four-bedroom town house in Newbridge Court in Reston – following my separation and a messy divorce.

After 25 years of marriage and three grown children out of the house, I needed to change my lifestyle and I wanted to do new and different things.

When I traveled overseas for work, I ran alone for exercise. I had run two marathons since I got to Washington in 1984 – but I trained alone for those races on the Reston streets and paths. I was a solitary runner.

Reston Runners

During my lonely weekend runs in Reston, I saw packs of runners on the streets and  noticed, strangely, one petite blond woman usually ran in the middle of the street straddling the lane line. (I never learned why.) Talking and laughing as they ran, they were obviously having fun. I caught up with the group one day and learned how to join the club. Twenty years ago, a phone recording by Sam at “437-FOOT” described where the runs would start each Saturday and Sunday. Now it’s all online.

Joining the running group made an immediate change in my life. I now had an organized activity every weekend. I liked the group. Members were of all ages and all backgrounds.

After running by myself all week, I looked forward to Saturday and Sunday mornings when I would meet and run with interesting and fun-loving people. I soon became a regular at the after-run gatherings. Post-run breakfast table talk was always lively with lots of joking and laughter.

I enjoyed the camaraderie and friendships that developed within the Reston Runners. And I was soon participating and car-pooling to races with other club members around Reston, Herndon, Leesburg, Rockville and Washington and some as far away as the Annapolis 10 miler, Last Train to Boston Marathon at the Aberdeen Proving Grounds, MD, Metric Marathon in Colombia and the Shamrock race in Virginia Beach.

I religiously followed the club’s unchanging Sunday morning Marine Corps training schedule. It was the only marathon most of us ran in those early days. And Connie S faithfully hosted a post-Marine Corps Marathon party. Each year after I reached the finish line at the frigging top of that miserable Marine Corps Memorial hill, I swore I’d never go through that pain again. But at home I soaked my weary body in an epson salts bath and soon couldn’t wait to put on my race tee-shirt and finisher’s medal and rush to Connie’s to brag or give alibis about my run that morning and predict my time for next year’s marathon.

Usually weekend post-run breakfasts were at MacDonald’s, Roy Rogers or Lake Anne Pharmacy luncheonette, depending where the scheduled run was held. Reston Runners usually shared the drug store counter with the local AA group as their meeting broke on Saturday morning just as we runners arrived. Service was deadly slow – but it was the only breakfast action in that part of town.

After a couple of months, I was surprised when the scheduled run was to be at Newbridge Court, where I live. I volunteered to host a breakfast at my home when the next Newbridge Court run was scheduled. My offer was accepted. I was told no one had ever done that before.

Before the start of the next Saturday Newbridge run, I invited everyone there to breakfast at my home. Bagels, cream cheese, smoked salmon, coffee and more. A hungry crowd of sweaty runners and walkers squeezed in my town house that day. It was a success. They ate everything I put out. And I continued to host breakfast every time a five-mile Newbridge run was scheduled. It became a tradition. The crowd seemed to grow larger with each breakfast. Some club members didn’t run, they just showed up to eat.

“Jerry’s Fabulous Breakfast,” as it came to be called, became ‘an event” for the Reston Runners. I hosted about four or five breakfasts a year. As the tradition continued, I added other foods – trail mixes, dried fruit, cupcakes and delicacies. Once I tried to handle making waffles, by myself, on two machines. Between pouring batter and making fresh pots of coffee, refilling juice pitchers, it got too complicated for me. Batter overflowed,  waffles stuck and burned – and it was a tough cleanup. I never did waffles again.

I always set out a dozen or two “Little Miss Debbie’s Swiss Cake Rolls”. It became my trademark. Not only were three pounds of smoked salmon stacked up next to five dozen bagels, three boxes of Philadelphia cream cheese, six different jams and preserves and four types of juices – but the 79 cents box of Miss Debbie’s Rolls[1] were my staple treat. When anyone said, “Uggh!”I explained, “You gotta get your trans fats somewhere!”

[1]    They cost $1.79 a box now.

On one Saturday morning post-run breakfast, I heard one of our runners, Dennis Hays, was about to depart in a few days to begin his assignment as Ambassador to Suriname. I quickly made a hand drawn letter-size bon voyagesign, scotch taped it on the wall, blew up some balloons to make my place festive – and we toasted him.

For my next runners’ breakfast, I drew a six-foot welcome banner to put on my front fence so Reston Runners could find my house when they came from the pool parking lot after the run. I added some lettering to the banner below,”Welcome Reston Runners,” and drew, “Dennis Hays Commemorative Post Run Breakfast.” From then on, I numbered each “commemorative run”.

I left Reston in 2000 for a three-year assignment in Egypt. I understand that in my absence the runners missed the odor of perking coffee at the Newbridge runs but still banged on my door to get in. My son, Steve, never answered the door.

Upon my return in 2004, Newbridge breakfasts resumed with my life partner, Ann B, now assisting and enhancing the offerings. Her specialty is cooking up batches of hot pancakes – with and without chocolate chips – to all comers. A welcome addition to the menu.

 

 

 

 Shamrock Marathon - March 2015  By Marcy Foster

On the way to Virginia Beach on Friday, in my car at least,  we were talking about the tradition of writing race reports. What happened?  Were we doing so many races that it seemed a bit much?  Were we afraid to distract Tim from his duties in Djibouti with a silly race report?  Were we too busy polishing our medals and spending the winnings( Deets )?  Or, the real reason...no one is as funny as Chris Dettmar so we just wait to see if he will write one.  Well, I waited 48 hours and I last saw Chris running west on the W&OD with Deets this morning at 6 am and figure they are somewhere in the Blue Ridge mountains by now so I will make a go of it and hope others will add their two cents!!
 
The house that the Sergey Travel Agency got for us was phenomenal.  It rents for 11,000 per week in season, so you can imagine!!!
There was lots of food, hot tubbing with no incidents this time, at least above the water ... and late night games of "Tell us something about yourself that we don't know".  Chris won hands down with his college streaking story, with BK a close second with his Nun Teacher beating his head against the wall and then getting fired, or promoted to Priest, we don't know. 
 
We ate more and ran a little on Saturday, and a few headed back to the expo.  Kelly would have hated the expo, no free stuff at all!!!
Adding to the Friday crew of Serge, Deedee, Chris, Tatiana, American Sherri, herein referred to as Sherri, Me, Luz, BK, Craig and Shari, along came Marlyssa and Virginia on Saturday afternoon. We missed Paul Hackley but he didn't feel good at the last minute.  You owe us one Paul!!
 
 
We (sergey) cooked a wonderful pasta dinner up Saturday night and after 2 hours of discussing when we would have to get up Sunday am, we got to bed early.
 
We arrived plenty early for at least 4 potty breaks, and most of us lost each other by the time the gun went off.
 
Segey was the only one doing the full marathon so he got a ride to his later start, 8:30 by the Fishmans.  Thanks God for Craigs great attitude of " I can't run right now but I came for the party!"
 
The wind was not as bad as last year and the course was so much shorter....oh ..maybe because many of us did the full last year.  I decided to take DeeDees advice....start out miserable and try to hold on!!!  Worked for me, but I am as sore as if I did the full!!!
 
Nothing compares to the feeling of crossing that finish line and then seeing all your best friends a few minutes later, everybody beaming and congratulating each other. 
 
Sherri did a great job surviving my snoring and BK in the front seat with her both ways!!! She had to pretend there was a cup of HOT coffee on her dashboard, at the same time as not missing an exit or smacking BK for his driving advice.
 
Luz endured many short jokes, and is even in a picture coming through a tiny door at the tiki Bar in our back yard.
 
Chris ran a great race in spite of having DeeDee talk to him all through the night....or that's what SHE said....
 
Steve tried the hot tub again, and this time no funny noises came out of his mouth. 
 
We celebrated Tashas 39th birthday on Saturday with a chocolate cake.
 
By far the high....really this time... was being there to watch Serge run a great marathon.  Luz and I ran the last 100 yards with him, until we got ejected by some big guy at the finish line.

 

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January 21st 2014

To My Friends at Reston Runners,


At 82, I am the oldest regular runner—now walker—in Reston Runners. Some of you know that I started running in Michigan at age 55. Training with the Club in the last 25 years, I have run virtually every 10 K in the Washington area as well as the Cherry Blossom and Army 10-Milers, twice. I have run marathons in Dublin, London, Paris, Madrid, Bordeaux, Copenhagen, Helsinki, Stockholm, Vienna, Torino, Rome, Venice, Athens, Berlin, Prague, Moscow, Brisbane, Beijing, Tokyo, Toronto and Ottawa. I have run marathons in Boston, Detroit, Los Angeles (twice), New York (twice), Chicago (twice), and Washington (six times). If you count the JFK 50-miler as two, I have run 37 marathons, the last when I was 80, retiring after the Ottawa marathon as a Canadian Masters Marathon Champion.


During my Reston Runners membership, I have tried to popularize the Club by appearing in a full-page Washington Post health section and in a full-page article in The Washingtonian magazine. When announcing on WGMS, I often mentioned marathon running. I nominated Anna Bradford for a Golden Shoe award in Runners World (which she won), an award illustrated by a photo of Reston Runners in training. All of which is to say that now, with deep regret, it is time to close another chapter. Complicating matters, I have a diminished sense of balance, an issue of long standing. I still walk 10 miles a week, but on a level, closed course. So this is farewell. I hope to see you and say so personally. All of you have my heartfelt appreciation for your warmth, encouragement and friendship over the years. Keep running!

 

All best,

Bill Day

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