Harlem One Miler Recap

One week ago, we celebrated our favorite day of the year -- our Harlem One Miler. What better way to look back on last week by highlighting some of our runners' stories and favorite race moments. This week and next week, we'll share race highlights, and we want to hear yours! Let us know ... What was your favorite thing about the Harlem One Miler?!

Frank, Lisa, & Maxwell

“This is my signature race” – Maxwell, age 8

I started running about 3 years ago.  It was one of those things that you say you could never see yourself doing and then all of a sudden, there you are.  For me, it began as a mental health exercise and I can honestly say it has changed my life.

Maxwell, who witnesses my love of the sport, and who is obsessed with my medals, was beyond excited to run his first race. I, however, was still reeling from my dismal performance at the Queens 10K the day before. We picked up Frank and headed over to the race, where he also let me know that he had registered me for the Women’s Fast heat.  I said, Frank, “I am not fast”.  He said, “You’ll be fine”.  If you happen to know Frank, you know that this is the end of the conversation.  No whining.  

Frank ran first.  We hooted, we hollered, and Maxwell yelled “Hey! I know that guy!” We were bursting with pride - I had never felt so much joy in watching other runners success. The energy from the crowd, the strength and determination from the runners, and of course the excitement from Maxwell was nothing short of exhilarating.

When the Women's Fast heat was called, my heart dropped. I had never been so nervous, even after running multiple 5K, 10K and half marathons. As we lined up, all the women around me were incredibly supportive. I heard, was “We got this ladies” and “Take a deep breath girls, let’s do this” and “Who run the world? GIRLS!”  I felt empowered and incredibly lucky to find myself in this group of women.  When I crossed the finish line, out of breath and incredibly thirsty, I checked my running app and realized I just ran my personal best mile.  

I thought that there was no way I could beat this feeling. Until the family heat proved me wrong. All morning, Maxwell asked when it was going to be his turn?  When would he get his own medal? We lined up with all the other kids and families and psyched each other up. The three of us, walked, ran and talked. 

Once we got to the final turn and the last straight away I realized I have a little runner on my hands.  He turned the corner and waved at the crowd as he broke away from Frank and I.  The crowd literally went wild for him, high fives were flying, cheers were loud and the smile on my face could not have gotten any bigger.Later, as we were on our way home, Maxwell said I am definitely coming back.  That was the most fun.  This is my signature race.


As I reflect on 6/18/17, I realize it was an exceptionally meaningful day. It was full of excitement, encouragement, and community. People of all ages, women, men, and kids – various paces and abilities - gave their all as they ran the 3rd Annual Harlem One Miler.

In a group filled with so much diversity, on that day, we were one as we shared a united goal to finish with our very best effort. This is very notable during a time in our country where racial and cultural division is at an all-time high.

It was an especially important day for me, as it was my VERY FIRST RACE. EVER. Being a complete novice to the amazing world of running, I started in September of last year as a Run/Walker. When I first heard about the Harlem One Miler, I signed up as sort of a bet to myself. If I can complete the race without having to stop and walk to catch my breath, then it was a good sign for me to continue on with my running goals. After much practice,  not only did I achieve that goal, but I also surpassed my expectations and completed with 10:12 min pace time!

Even though I am proud of my finish time, I also realize that I have more work to do, more refinement and personal fit goals to accomplish. And that’s ok. The race is not over, it’s only just begun.

Thank You for the Support!

Yesterday, we celebrated our favorite day of the year, the 3rd Annual Harlem One Miler! We wanted to send out a quick THANK YOU to everyone who helped out and participated in our big day. Whether you ran, volunteered, cheered, supported a friend or family member who was running, or just stopped by, we appreciate you being there!


Every year on the day of the Harlem One-Miler we're able to enjoy one another's company and reflect upon everything that we've accomplished in the past year, all while running, enjoying Harlem, and having some friendly competition. It's not an exaggeration to say that each year the Harlem One-Miler seems to get better and better. 

To those of you who ran, congratulations. To those of you who earned a PR, well done! To those of you who volunteered and/or cheered, you are the reason we keep doing what we're doing. We will see you all tonight at Monday Night Run where we can't wait to hear some more of your stories.


What was your favorite memory from yesterday? Let us know in the comments! 

Much love, as always.

-Harlem Run Leadership

Rock the Ridge 50 Miler: Part Two

Last week, we shared Captain Amir's story of his 50-mile through the Mohonk Preserve in New York State. We are beyond inspired by his incredible feat, but he's not the only who blazed a trail. Philippa, one of our extremely dedicated pacers, also took on the challenge. Continue reading to hear what her experience was like. 

"It's better to have tried and failed than to have never tried at all."  ... I'm not sure I ever truly understood the value in that quote until I tried to complete my first ultra marathon. 

Throughout my life, I have had a tendency to choose challenges that may seem outrageous, but I have always known, without a doubt, that I would succeed. As I learn more about myself, I realize now that what I had for the last 20 years was a fear of the big F. You guessed it, Failure. 

Fear of failure kept me from trying certain things, although not many people on the outside would have noticed this. I have jumped out of planes, traveled the world, climbed mountains, dated bad boys. I wasn't afraid. Right? I spent a lot of time proving to myself that I was fearless. That I was limitless. But was I? And what was the point in trying something if you weren't going to actually achieve whatever it was you were trying to do?

When Alison mentioned the 50-mile run over dinner one night,  I thought to myself, "Hell no, this is not for you. You've only run a half marathon and that was hard! This is an extra 37 miles. You are not on this level yet." And then for the first time ever, despite the fear of failure, I raised my hand and signed up anyway. 

I had 4 months until race day so I got a training plan and started running. Most people thought I was crazy. THEY would never run that far. WHY would anyone want to do this? HOW could I possibly think I could finish this if I hadn't even run a marathon before? I had no idea if I could, but for me, it wasn't about the race or the miles, it was about aiming for something so much bigger than I thought I was capable of.

Success didn't hinge on the finisher time or the medal, it was dependent on me showing up and trying my hardest despite the fear. Many back to back long runs, physical therapy sessions, and sore muscles later, race day arrived.

Denise, another Harlem Run regular, and I set out to endure the 50-miles together. At times, we talked and hiked, at others we ran in silence. We ate our gels, kept our packs filled with water,  and got rustic when nature called. Even when the rain started, we kept pushing. We were thinking we could finish in under 18 hours, so we put one foot in front of the other through the dense fog, another step through the cold rain. Ignore the blisters. One day of agony for a lifetime of glory.


Four hours of being soaking wet started to take its toll as we pulled into the last aid station at mile 37.5. The path was covered in mud and it began to get dark. As the medic tended to my feet and Denise and I ate chicken broth and changed out of our wet clothes, the participants behind us were tapping out. I was kinda delirious, but I wanted to keep going. I thought we could get to the parking lot at mile 40 and quit there if we needed to. Or make it to mile 42, the last water refill, and call for a ranger if we felt bad.

We had trained for this. Our bodies felt good, legs felt strong, we didn't want to quit. I personally, didn't want to fail. I had never started something I couldn't finish. I didn't want this to be it.  Denise came to her senses first. She smiled and said we had done everything right, and we should be proud of making it this far but it was time to get in the shuttle and call it quits.

She was right, of course - it was dangerous to go on in these conditions, so we got our things and got in the van just as the lightening, thunder, and downpour started. We just looked at each other and laughed so hard. We could have been out there in that! There's weather proof and then there's stupid, and at this moment I was really glad we chose stupid-proof.

 I am so proud of my DNF (that's race code for Did Not Finish). In fact, it is the first thing I ever tried and didn't complete. I thought not finishing would shame me, that I would feel bad or embarrassed. How could I show up around all my runner friends without this medal? And then I reminded myself that it wasn't about them or the medal. It was about the trying. The work to get to the start line. The leap of faith. The believing in yourself. The doubting yourself and going for it anyway.

For me, the ultra was a way to practice my mental strength. It was an opportunity to find my barriers and break through them. The ultra gave me something nothing else has - a place to fight the fear of failure and win. So while I may not have finished the ultra, I have definitely won. Although I considered jumping Amir for his medal (I kid, kinda), I proudly display my bib on my medal rack at home. It's Bib number 99 on which I have written DNF & completed 37.5 miles. There is victory in trying. I know this now.

Rock the Ridge 50 Miler

A few weeks back, two of our runners, Amir and Philippa, represented #TheMVMT during the Rock the Ridge 50 Mile Run on Mohonk Preserve. We often say that running is an inclusive sport, engaging people from all walks of life, backgrounds, and paces. That spirit is alive and well in Ultra Running, and we wanted to capture how two of our runners experienced this. For this week and next week, we will share their stories. 

Prior to May, the farthest I had ever run was 37.2 miles during the NYRR 60K. That was my first ever ultra-marathon, but it lit a fire within me that continues to burn bright. Having so much support proved that I could go even further.

It was only right that I set my sights on a 50-miler. Alison had asked Mary Arnold for a good recommendation and she said we should definitely run in the “Rock The Ridge 50” on the Mohonk Preserve produced by Kevin & Todd. It wasn’t long before that we signed up and it became real.

I was already training for Boston, which was two weeks prior. I was logging miles and hit a few milestone long runs, but the hardest part, which is the most important was getting used to running on tired legs, within a training plan that can be summed up in back-to-back long runs (e.g. Sat – 4 hours; Sun – 2 hours).

Fast forward to the day of the race, I actually forgot my hydration pack at home, but was fine without it. I was carrying less weight and only had a water bottle with a strap to keep it snug on my hand. 50 miles is quite a long distance, but I can recall every moment. I’ve summed up the entire experience in sections of mileage

Start to 1.5 - From a quick downhill to flat and quickly grew into a steady incline

1.5 to 5 – All uphill! My only goal was to keep my legs moving and to not stop

5 to 15 – Up and down with some areas where I was feeling myself and picked up some serious speed

15 to 18 – One of the first areas where I had to walk for a bit and continued to run/walk

18 to 22 – Met a fellow runner from Philadelphia who was enjoying his first 50-miler before having to be consumed by daddy duty; @ Mile 22 I saw Alison and Philippa’s friend

22 to 25 – Steady incline and then all uphill, but the real treat was a beautiful waterfall

25 to 27 – A few necessary aid stations to get us ready for what was to come

27 to 33 – This was a lonely 8mi loop. Lonely because there wasn’t any support or assistance. It was you against the elements and your mind

33 to 40 – The downhill felt so good at this point and I was cruising until meeting up with Alison again and was able to see Philippa & Denise off as they pushed forward

40 to 50 – Home stretch and much harder than I thought it was going to be

The last five miles I pushed through a lot of pain and fatigue. Seeing the finish line in the distance with a mile to go had me energized! After hours and hours I had completed my first ever 50-mile adventure. I was only focused on finishing, but ended up coming in 6th place.

The support was absolutely phenomenal and I would highly recommend this race to any and all takers. There were a ton of people walking/hiking and even groups who participated in the 50-mile relay! When there wasn’t too much fog, the views were gorgeous, and the spirit of the land was soothing. I was in my head a lot and then really connected with the space I was able to run on.


Have you ever visited the Mohonk Preserve? Is a 50-miler in your future? Would you run the relay? Thank you for sharing in the experience and comment or answer below.

Happy Mother's Day!

Today, we celebrate all of the mothers and women out there who inspire and encourage us. We asked a few of our captains and pacers to write a few words about the moms in their lives. Who are you celebrating today? Tell us about your mother - or someone who has been like a mother to you - in the comments. 



Honestly, I can't picture my existence if it weren't for my mother.  I look up to my mother for guidance, nurture, and love. On the flip side, it's amazing to see the phenomenal Mother's who run with Harlem Run and one who stands out to me is April Cargill. It's amazing the WILL, COURAGE and DETERMINATION she exemplifies day in and day out - mentally, physically, socially and emotionally.  Not only April, but all Mother's involved inside and outside of HR.  Happy Mother's Day to all!


My mom sacrificed everything for me and my siblings. I get my strength and determination from her. I wouldn't be the woman I am today if wasn't for her. Happy Mother's Day Mommy!!!


A mother from Harlem Run who inspires me day in and out is Jazmin. She is an all-around amazing person and mother who balances training, school, work, co-parenting for both of her children, while still managing to smile and travel. The best part about Jazmin is how grateful, soft-spoken, patient, caring and genuine-hearted she is. She manages to connect her children and family to their faith. She is a model of a single parenting woman and a role model as a woman to me. Wishing her the best year yet as a mother. 


Ileen Cargill is truly the love of my life. She raised my siblings and I as a divorced single mother without any child support, while getting her Bachelors, Master's, and Doctorate degrees, and working 2-3 jobs. She mastered the art of parenting by being a strict, no-nonsense old school Mom as well as a teacher and a friend (I am trying to implement her methods as a mom but I swear it seems impossible).  Her schedule was relentless but she always made me feel she was present and aware of my every move. I cannot begin to describe the hardships and drama life brought us, but all of my siblings would agree that we had the best and happiest childhood.  SHE DID THAT! My Mommy is now and forever will be my best friend..... #salutemommy #superwoman #blessedtocallhermine

Harlem Run Takes on Paris: Take 2

We're celebrating some of the women of Harlem Run who took on the streets of Paris just a few weeks ago to run the Paris Marathon. We are still inspired by these ladies who brought the movement overseas. Here are some more of their stories.


I signed up for the Paris Marathon on a complete whim.  I didn't get into London through their lottery and wanted to make up for it.  I was planning on going alone and just taking in the sights; I've traveled alone before and I'm all about those types of experiences.  I was all about my #MarathonTrifecta2017. 

Winter training was going swimmingly and the only anxiety I had was about learning enough French.  I was excited to start racing again in the new year and was ready to run when during the Fred Lebow Manhattan Half, at approximately the 10K point, I felt a pain in my foot and barely finished the race at a trot ... I went to the doctor the next day and was thrown in a CAMS boot and diagnosed with a stress fracture the following week.  How in the world was I going to run a marathon in April?

I listened to my doctor and did no running for 6 weeks, worked out with my coach, and slowly started run/walking again.  I was able to run the NYC Half, slowly, but without incident ... so I knew I was ready as I'll ever be for Paris.  Two weeks before the trip, I found out that one of my running boos was ALSO going to Paris for the marathon (she kept it a secret!!) and was immediately connected to the ladies of Harlem Run. My life has been forever changed because of this.

The trip to Paris was amazing because of how welcoming and open everyone was to spending time as a group.  We managed the trains, crises, going out to eat, AND that marathon as a team.  The race was not easy for me post-injury:  I was not adequately trained, I was dehydrated and it was 80 degrees ... but I did it.  I would not have finished if it wasn't for the team: no woman left behind, literally.  

They say that traveling with people creates a special bond in the group, but for me it created a family. Thank you lovelies!  


I never thought realistically about traveling anywhere that wasn't the Caribbean, an area that felt familiar, financially accessible, and comfortable, being with lots of "brethren" aka black and brown people who spoke either English or Spanish. Paris, on the other hand, felt so far away, expensive, and held little interest for me. If I wanted to see the Eiffel tower, I just Googled it.

This is one of the many ways running has changed my perspective about many things in life, including traveling. Traveling now means a potential run-cation, a reason to visit a place out of my comfort zone and push through a new set of challenges and obstacles.

You would think my biggest obstacles for Paris would be the warm temperature, the water stations every 5k that didn't have Gatorade, or trying to figure out getting around due to my poor French ... But my biggest challenge was getting to the gate at JFK. I spent the last month trying to update my documents in time, after realizing that my green card and passport had both expired. Since 45 was elected president I was nervous to travel because he's anti-immigrants, anti-black and brown people, anti-women, anti-humanity and I fall neatly in all those boxes.

 After several trips to the Dominican Consulate, I got a new passport and stopped by 26 Federal Plaza for a stamp that said "Yea, she's good" ... But not even one day later, I stood at check-in, in tears because the foreign airline did not recognize the stamp on my passport. Devastated and in shock, I dragged my baggage back home. I got up the next day and realized that I now had the proof of permanent resident status I need to get my American passport. Worse-case scenario, I miss Paris but I get my passport.

As I waited for my passport, Alison by my side keeping me sane, I was keeping in touch with my team already in Paris. I wasn't sure I was going to get my passport that day or get a new flight out but at 5:20 on Friday, they called my name and I had my passport in my hand. The wonderful ladies already in Paris worked magic - some kind of marathon miracle - and texted me to head to the airport ASAP. My flight was leaving in 4 hours and I had a little over an hour to get my luggage and make it to check in.

Nine hours later, I was at the expo in the Salon Du Running meeting up with my team and picking up my bib. I got the best tour of Paris because I ran past the monuments like the Place de la Concorde, Hotel de ville and the Eiffel tower but the best part of it was running most of the marathon alongside my friends and seeing my team on the course; like Karen and Ma for the first 7 or 8 miles and Isabelle by mile 11,  Talisa and Jazmin around mile 15 and Denise and Karen around mile 20. 

Seeing Lisa on mile 3 and 18 gave me a reason to smile, while Karen and I stayed together as I was grinding my teeth miles 18 to 26.  It was an emotional rollercoaster getting to the start and I felt every single emotion all over again in those 26.2 miles. My sleepless nights, the jet lag and the emotionally draining week before finally caught up to me. I saw the 40 kilometer mark and heard Karen yell "Go! Raydime Go!" Somehow I mustered the ability to sprint to the finish. I did that... but I didn't do it alone. 

Harlem Run Takes on Paris

This month, a group of Harlem Run ladies took The Movement abroad to Paris where they ran the Paris Marathon and got to sight-see and make incredible memories. This week and next week, we'll highlight some of the Paris Crew's experiences running abroad. Have you taken a run-cation? What was the best part? Let us know in the comments!


This adventure fulfilled many items on my #BESTLIFELIST. It was my first international marathon experience. It was my first time in Paris. It was my first all ladies runcation trip. It was also the first time the marathon distance was actually a training run. I was not worried about finishing this, seeing as it is my 5th marathon or getting a personal best time. I was happiest to be with the amazing women on this one-in-a-lifetime journey. 

        It seemed like forever ago when I heard about the Paris Marathon while in Chicago for the first time back in October. At the time, I thought I would never do another 26.2 so it wouldn't hurt to look it up for more details. Little did I know that a bit of curiosity would lead to such a trip! This trip was so special for me because I learned that my training prepared me for this trip as well as this race. I learned that my mental training was just as important as anything else. We are so much stronger, courageous and resourceful than we think we are! We have what it takes to meet any unexpected surprises. It mattered what I trained myself to say to myself during my runs. It was even more important what I said to myself when I found myself on the course during a hotter than expected day and my body wanted to quit. 

        I could talk about pacing with Joanne for 17 miles at my goal pace. I could talk about Lisa, who is a master at cheer station support! I could talk about seeing Karen, Raydime and Isabelle on the course and checking in to see how everyone was doing. Each memory holds a special place in my heart as one that I will never forget because I was part of a team that came to conquer the Paris Marathon. My HR family made this race one of the top 3 so far because we left as friends and came back as sisters.

         If you are considering a marathon or even a distance you have never tried, I will say this...your team has your back. I say to you, courage and when you feel yourself slowing down toward your goal or during the race...consider saying to yourself allez, allez and go, go, go!


Paris…oh Paris. I didn’t think I could top my marathon debut at the 2014 NYC Marathon until now. 2016 was a difficult training year for me as I battled a major injury that nearly derailed my opportunity to run the 2016 NYC Marathon. Although I made it to the start and completed it, I struggled with my mediocre performance. Ideas of Paris Marathon were floating around and I adamantly relegated myself to cheer duty. Wasn’t sure I had it in me to run another marathon when I hadn’t gotten over such a tough year.

In early December, I quietly signed up for Paris but wasn't completely sure I would follow through. Then almost on cue, in late December, a post popped up in my Instagram feed. Harlem Run Captain Alison Desir announced her plans to run from Harlem to Washington D.C. to raise money and awareness for Planned Parenthood. A fire was lit in me. Then I noticed the date of the race – April 9th, 2017. It would have been my sister Rose’s 50th birthday if she had survived her battle with breast cancer. The writing was on the wall. I would run the marathon in her honor.

I'd shared my news early on with a few friends and run fam but kept mum until about a week before we were scheduled to depart. I announced my news to the girls during a planning dinner and received their full support. That would set the tone for the entire trip. I toed the starting line with a flower in my hair - to remember Rose - and battled the 75 degree weather all the way to the finish. It’s difficult to find the words to describe the level of support and encouragement this Harlem Run team provided me without getting emotional.

Inspiration from 2 strong women led me on this journey with a group of fierce, powerful women taking on an international 26.2. They were truly the epitome of women supporting women and I am so grateful for them and to have had this experience.

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Wow, my first marathon in Paris ... the most amazing experience in my life.  January 2016 I went uptown to Harlem for my first run with what is now my running family.  I'll never forget the love and smiles. Kai welcomed me as if he knew me and I'll never forget the hugs; I love hugs.  2016 started with the Midnight Run as I knew I wanted nothing more than to finally give myself to running.  I ran with HR for most of the winter on Mondays and Thursdays and ran my first half marathon, the Women's Half, in April.  I couldn't believe that I ran a half and the first thing that came to mind was "Well if I can ran a half, I don't see why I can't do a full marathon". 

I set a goal to do the 9 +1 to qualify for 2017 NYC Marathon. I  ended up running 4 halfs, including my first international run in Lanzarote, Canary Islands.  Running is something that I do for me, myself and I ... it's my passion and I'm so in love with it. No matter what is going on in life, when I am running I am happy and at peace.  My running grounds me and it kind of resets me to keep going with my daily life challenges.  After each run, I feel refreshed and new again. I feel fabulous. 

This is some serious self love work that I've done the last 24 months. There were some high and lows with injuries but it all just made me stronger and more determined to continue to invest in my running and myself.  I finally have something in life that is truly mine, I own it and that is very precious to me.  I like to think that my enthusiasm with my running has influenced the people around me to take care of themselves a little more for a healthier them. My family, co-workers and friends embrace my running excitement as I share this part of my life with them. I am happy who I see when looking at the mirror and I feel very blessed to have had the opportunity to share Paris with a group of amazing women.  I will forever love them; we have a sisterhood for life.  Running has empowered me with knowing that I can do so much more in life. 

Rest & Recovery Throwback Blog

With race season in full swing (and with some of our runners running the Boston Marathon as we speak!), we wanted to throw it back to this blog post written by our friends at Finish Line Physical Therapy on the importance of rest and recovery. While it's tempting to get out there, run every race, and give it your all, we also have to remember how to properly take care of our bodies. Keep these tips in mind as the weather warms up and Running FOMO begins to take hold.

Recognize your own limitations.

Just because you could do a race every weekend doesn’t mean that you should. And even though everyone is training for an ultra, if the farthest you’ve ever run is a 5K, then 2017 might not be the year to make such a dramatic increase in distance.

Be honest with yourself about your capabilities. A new trend in running is the “race everything” mentality – but this is a misconception. While some athletes have the fitness and ability to do this without getting injured, most do not. There’s a reason most professional runners only race two marathons a year; “regular” runners like ourselves should not be the exception!

Set manageable goals.

Many athletes like to break up their race calendar into ‘A’ ‘B’ and ‘C’ events. An ‘A race’ is your top priority for the year; the structure of your training program is geared towards this event. The goal of a ‘B race’ is to still race hard and do well, but it is not one that you’ll taper for. Consider it a dress rehearsal for your A race. ‘C races’ support your training; they’re intended to be fun and done at a lower effort or with a specific purpose (i.e. to practice pacing or nutrition).   

Select your A race and plan all other aspects of your training around it. If you enjoy doing weekend NYRR races as a way to cultivate community and stay motivated, that’s great! Just make sure you have a “why” for each race (it shouldn’t be to go as hard as you can every time). Is it to get the miles in? Practice running at race pace? Gain a better understanding of your nutrition strategy? Having a purpose in advance will help you manage your effort.

Prioritize rest and recovery.

Going hard all the time, in every workout and in every race can prevent you from seeing the fitness gains you’re working towards. It’s important to balance the hard efforts with workouts that are easier in order to build endurance and strength.

And it’s crucial to practice self-maintenance: foam rolling, dynamic stretching and soft tissue massage. All of these are forms of active recovery that help to increase circulation and break up soft tissue restrictions that cause pain and prevent us from being our best. Spending as little as 10 minutes a day can help expedite your recovery so that you’re consistently able to perform at a higher level.

- Sara

What's Happening in April?

Hey everyone! 

We just wrapped up an awesome March and want to thank you guys for making it a great one. Between our SHEro Run, the New York City Half, Medal Mondays, and Speedwork Sessions, we were definitely feeling the love. Here's what you can expect for the month of April:

4/9 - Wishing luck and positive race vibes to Captain Raydime and some of our Harlem Run Regulars who are ready to crush the Paris Marathon. Just because you guys are across the pond doesn't mean we're not thinking of you! 

4/17 - Harlem Run takes over Boston! Alison, Amir, and Joe are gearing up to run in one of the most famous races in the world and we're super pumped for them. Stay tuned on social media for race updates as a well as a cheer station collab with Wilpower Fitness at Mile 22. Details to follow! What better way to wrap up Women's History Month than to celebrate the 50th Anniversary of the first female numbered entry.

* Note that our regular run will still take place on that Monday! 

Register for the Harlem One Miler! - Our annual Harlem One Miler will be on Sunday, June 18th at 9am in Marcus Garvey Park. It's our favorite day of the year and want you all to be a part of it with us! Register and learn more about the run HERE! Can't wait to see you out there. 

As always, stay tuned to our social media for the most recent updates! Happy April.

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