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Hook Half Marathon & 5K
To Benefit the Girl Scouts of Rockland County
West Nyack Service Unit
Can you handle the Hook?
The Hook Mountain Half Marathon is accurately measured (13.1 miles), very challenging and beautifully scenic. Start & finish at Rockland Lake State Park North Pavilion. Take a lap around Rockland Lake, down Hook Mountain (and we mean DOWN) to the trail along the Hudson River, north to Haverstraw and return. The 5K Run (3.1 miles) is a flat scenic loop around Rockland Lake. Families and walkers are welcome in 5k. T-Shirts guaranteed to 600 pre-registrants. Limited or no availability for race day registrants. Hook ½ USATF Certified – # NY12003JRG
Race Day Schedule
6:45 – 7:45am: Check-In
7:45am: Kids’ Fun Runs
8:00am: Half Marathon & 5K Start
(Finish line and course marshals will remain in place for 2.5 hours for the half marathon) Note: Arrive before 8:00AM to avoid NYS Park imposed parking fees.
Walkers and families are welcome in the 5k.
All Half-Marathon finishers receive a medal! Prizes presented to the top three male and female finishers in the Half Marathon and 5K run for the following age groups: 19 & under, and every five years thereafter.
RRR Members – through April 24:
Half Marathon: $35.00 // 5K: $25.00
Non Members – through April 24:
Half Marathon: $45.00 // 5K: $35.00
Half Marathon: $30.00 // 5K: $20.00
Half Marathon: $60.00 // 5K: $45.00
Kids’ Fun Run:
$5.00 (no T-shirt)
Thursday, April 23 – Dick’s Sporting Goods, Palisades Mall, 4:00 – 7:00PM
Saturday, April 25 – Rockland Lake, North Pavilion, 12:00 – 3:00PM
Race Day Morning – Get there early so you can beat the crunch!
All proceeds of this event will benefit:
Girl Scouts of Rockland County
West Nyack Service Unit
By Joyce Magee
(In 1997 the eighth annual Hook Mountain Half-Marathon was renamed the George Wodicka Hook Half because the race had been his idea. Because he was always pushing runners to be tough and take on new challenges and the idea of a race on Hook Mountain, a favorite training site, was a natural. The following article was written for the Rockland Road Runners’ newsletter ‘The Runaround’ following George’s death from prostate cancer…) George Wodicka, longtime RRR member, retired NYPD and veteran marathoner, lost his battle with cancer on November 2, 1996, the night before his favorite race, the NYC Marathon. When George was diagnosed with prostate cancer in December 1993, he began a personal crusade to urge men to have PSA tests, something he had neglected. If you are a man over 50, George would want to remind you to see your doctor about this simple early cancer-detection lab test. People who run together regularly tend to become very close. They talk to fill the miles, the confidences grow and pretty soon training, partners know more about one another than they do about anyone else. That’s why our group of running friends is so close. We come from diverse backgrounds and walks of life, but we are as close as one large loving family. George was the designated head of that family. We called him the Guru of Rockland Lake because he always had wise, sensible advice about running, whether it was marathon training or 10K racing or beginning a jogging program. He’d get caught up in the thrill of converting another newcomer to running, he knew how to guide inexperienced – or experienced – runners to success. He would go to races and run with them, often sacrificing a finishing time he could be proud of. Many times he ran double the stated mileage of a race because he shuttled between two runners he was mentoring on that day. He had an uncanny ability to predict the finishing time of his marathoning friends, often writing down his guess the day before and then comparing it to the result. He seldom missed by more than a minute or two due to his knowledge of running and of people. He lived in Valley Cottage 26 years and ran at Rockland Lake longer than most of us. Some years ago our running group graduated from running together to running and then eating breakfast together. First it was muffins, until the fat content of muffins was widely reported. Then we became the bagel bunch. Every day the staff of one or another coffee shop in Congers would brace itself for the arrival of four to 12 runners at about 10:15am. George’s routine was to cut his bagel in half and eat one half while storing the other half, wrapped in a napkin, in his armpit to keep it warm. Yes, in a public restaurant. He then delighted in grossing us out by offering us a bite of the warm bagel. Someone remembers that his last day at the coffee shop was the day after Thanksgiving, 1995. After that, the bagel bunch took a sack of bagels and a tray of coffees to his house in Valley Cottage every morning after the run. We’d enjoy the same jokes and insults over and over, the way good friends do. By this time, after years of running and eating together, there wasn’t much we didn’t know about one another. We knew about George’s love for politics, and how sure he was that he was always right (far right). If anyone ventured to disagree with him (“maybe everyone shouldn’t carry a gun… maybe Rush Limbaugh wouldn’t be the perfect president… maybe police are occasionally too rough…”), he would become excited and start yelling, belittling such crazy notions and ending any discussion before it began. We also knew that he was proud of his thriftiness. He was extremely generous with his friends, but he hated waste. George probably had Rockland’s lowest utility bills on record. He took three-minute showers, kept the thermostat set on 55 degrees, and flushed the toilet only when absolutely necessary. To him, this only made common sense. Another famous thing about George was his driving – it was legendary. On long trips, he made record time – New York to Texas in 12 hours! He never stopped, and even kept a large empty bottle in the car to forestall any pit stops. The only time he stopped was for gas and whenever he was pulled over for speeding. At those times, he was prepared. No matter where he was, he could usually talk his way out of a ticket, and then he had the courtesy to give the local police officer an impressive new NYPD ball cap. When he returned from one of his many out-of-town races, we’d ask two questions: his finishing time and how many hats he’d given away. We sometimes thought George felt that laws were made for other people. He not only ignored speed limits, he also felt that paying tolls and stopping at red lights were optional… As we remember him with love and a smile, we can only hope that St. Peter hasn’t installed a toll booth at the Pearly Gates because George may never get into heaven if he has to toss in a quarter first.