Membership changes, updates, and benefits!

We are excited to introduce some changes in the requirements for each member, as well as new team benefits.

1) As of 2017, members are not required to join USATF. If you want to run for Roadkill Racing, you only need to pay your membership dues. However, if you are not a USATF member, you cannot score for RKR in championship races (Lilac, Bergen, XC). Anyone who wants to run for us in those races still needs to register for USATF. As an incentive, the team will use winnings from these races to pay the race entry fee for the next championship race. So, if we win money at the Lilac 10K, we can use that to subsidize the entry fee at Bergen or whatever race we do next.

2) We are introducing an internal RKR race series, consisting of the USATF championship races that we do. The top three men and women registered with USATF in the series will win sweet prizes as well as bragging rights. Also, any Roadkill Racing member who runs at least 5 team races will also be entered into a drawing to win prizes as well.

3) Now that our beloved Kenny is tearing up the hills of Pittsburgh, we have a new open men’s captain. Please welcome the one and only Mark Streb as the new captain for the “young bucks” squad! As captain, he will be responsible for wrangling the open men for team races, hosting a few practices, and buying beer for anyone who beats him in races. 🙂

4) Workouts will be starting up the week of February 20th for the Lilac 10K, which is on Sunday, May 21st. As before, we encourage members to get together and run the workout with others. Even if you are doing your own workout, feel free to show up to have some company! Since many people had trouble committing to a dedicated day every week, we encourage you to find others who share your schedule and making plans amongst yourselves.

To summarize, you no longer need to be registered with USATF to run for Roadkill Racing, but being a USATF member enables you to score for us and win team prizes. Mark Streb is awesome, and team practices/workouts start soon! I hope to have another strong showing at Lilac this year; we have had teams place and win awards for the past several years! It is a great way to start off the year with a bang, although I do hope the weather is a little more pleasant this year.

As usual, we have a lot of people running Johnny’s Running of the Green on March 11th, so good luck and run tough to everyone who will be there! This is a fast, flat race with great competition and is a fantastic tune-up race before Lilac.

Martha Doody’s Rehoboth Marathon Race Report

Memoirs of the 2016 Rehoboth Seashore Marathon from the slower side

Several months ago, this gal crazily agreed to run a marathon with some Roadkill teammates. “It will be fun!” they said. There was a futile attempt at training as the super hot sunny days made it near impossible to get the needed runs in. Then came the tummy issues that plagued my autumn months and the stress of a new job. In October, I decided I wasn’t going to run until I learned I couldn’t transfer or defer my registration. I was back in! The week before the run, sinus issues tried to curtail my participation, but I persevered. Yes, I am stubborn!

On December 2, I made the trip to Rehoboth Beach with almost every piece of running clothes I owned. I joined my friends, all younger and in much better shape that I but we all had a common goal. Of course there was pre-race talk of strategy and clothing options. All I could think about was what I was going to eat after the run. Notice I did not call this a race. For me, it was a test of endurance and mental strength.

Morning came. We tried to get the Roadkill cheer in but between crowds, last minute clothing ditches, and warm-ups, it didn’t happen other than in spirit. We lined up in what I think was about 30 degrees and windy conditions and wished each other a good run. We were off!

My goal? To finish. I was on a mission. I started out at exactly the pace I wanted. The first half, I felt pretty good. I felt strong. My legs were loose and my breath was steady. It was cold but it felt good when I got into the woods. I was smart. After about mile 6, I walked a few steps at almost every water stop to have a sip of water. I enjoyed the scenery and I thought happy thoughts. Everything was pretty uneventful.

At some point after the halfway point, my legs started getting tight. I could feel my hamstrings from my heels to my butt. I tried to stretch once and I’m lucky my hammies didn’t snap. Bad move. I used some different strides as I ran and that seemed to help, at least enough to keep going. Around mile 18, I was on a road and the wind was at my face. To put it mildly, it sucked. I made the decision to give my legs a break and walk from mile 19 to mile 20. Again,another smart move. Then I got back to my slow and steady pace. Hearing the DJ in the woods say my name and where I was from around mile 22 was a gift! It gave me a little boost that reminded me that I was here, I was doing this thing, and I was going to finish! I came out of the woods for the last time and the wind was at my back. Thank goodness! Now I
knew I was going to do it!

Coming into the chute, I saw Roadkill singlets and heard my friends cheer me on to the finish. They came back for me! They could have gone someplace warm and stayed there and waited for me to find them, but no! We were all in this together! They waited for me to get some much needed food in me and then we were off to the townhouse for showers and naps. Oh, how thrilled I was when I heard that these youngsters wanted naps! I learned what amazing finishes my friends had and rejoiced in my 30 minute PR! 30 MINUTE PR! Sick, terrible training, far less than ideal physical preparation and I got a 30 MINUTE PR!

I declared that there would be no marathon in 2017…until Ashlie mentioned Vermont.

Rehoboth Beach Marathon – Brett Long

On Saturday, December 3rd, 2016, seven Roadkill Racing competitors toed the line at the Rehoboth Beach Marathon in Delaware. Braving frigid temperatures and a bitter ocean wind, we came, we saw, and both conquered and were conquered. Results as follows:

Brett Long – 2:40:30 (3rd overall, 1st AG -PR)
Matthew Roberts – 2:44:19 (4th overall, 2nd AG)
Kraig Connor – 3:19:36 (54th overall, 4th AG – PR)
Lindsay Rynders – 3:56:48 (288th overall, 5th AG)
Stacy Maier – 3:58:35 (301st overall, 12th AG)
Ashlie Roberts – 4:08:07 (370th overall, 16th AG)
Martha Doody – 5:14:26 (752nd overall, 59th AG – PR)

Link to results.
Link to photos

Below is Brett’s race report.

Rehoboth Beach Marathon, December 3rd, 2016

I had everything figured out in my head. Training went well, test races were on target, had a race plan, and I made it to the start without injury or illness. Plus, my brother lives near Rehoboth, and it was Stacy’s first race with Roadkill, which was cool. All a good plan, but it didn’t go “exactly” as planned.

Matt and I had similar goals: work together, run a steady first half, and gradually drop the pace if we felt good. I, admittedly, had a secret backup plan. If we were toward the front for this race, and since I am a serial offender for “no kick,” I was going to turn the screws as much as possible from Mile 23 to the finish. That was my best option for avoiding someone’s kick (Matt or otherwise!). . . . . that’s the part that didn’t go according to plan.

After a short jog to warm up, I stopped at the car to ditch some clothes. I was on the fence about a long sleeve base layer, but opted for the jersey and arm warmers. Good choice #1. I had five minutes to hit the urinals one last time, but was amazed at the long lines, so I ran to the beach and contributed to the water levels. Made it to the 7 AM start. Or 7:01. 7:02? Can we start please?! Seriously, let’s start! Finally, 7:05 we got rolling and quickly found a small group that seemed to be shooting for 2:40 as well. GREAT! The more the merrier.

Within a couple miles, we all knew each other by name, and I certainly felt like I was in the wrong company. Lowell (2:22 PR), Mike (2:29), Bobby (2:32), and Matt (2:39). I was there to run “my” race, but it certainly was nice to have a group. Good choice #2. In the first 8 miles, there was a little back and forth. Matt and I let the others go for a couple miles, since it seemed a touch too brisk for that stage of the race. Then a couple came back to us, and we had a foursome by mile 9, with Lowell a hundred yards ahead. Everything felt good, but the wind was tough! We all took turns at the front, but it didn’t help much, and it just seemed to come from all sides. At mile 10, I stepped in front to grab a water, steadily raised the cup, and got about two drops of water. The rest went in Matt’s face. . . . sorry.

I was happy to be running with these guys. They were cool. Our times were steady, and we reeled in Lowell by mile 13, going through the half just under 1:19, “everything as planned.” Good choice #3. We continued a steady pace, a good conversation, and just chugging along. Around mile 16, I checked in with everybody to see how “we” felt. Diagnosis, “all good.” We lost Mike, but there were still four of us! We got back to town, before going for another out and back on packed trails, and that’s where we encountered half marathoners. Fortunately, there was still plenty of room.

Mile 18, I told everyone that I was in uncharted territory, totally unsure of holding the pace through the end. Brief words of encouragement followed. Bobby took Mile 19; he seemed ENTIRELY too relaxed for the duration, so I figured he was just waiting to pounce on us. I was running right on his shoulder, and briefly looked back to see a small gap to Matt and Lowell. I honestly didn’t know what to do. I asked Bobby to pull back for a second, and we did, just a little. The gap stayed. I imagined the four of us fighting to death in the last mile, but it didn’t work out. I went with Bobby, led for Mile 21, he took 22, “everything as planned.” Almost. I couldn’t hang any longer. He asked me to take the next one, and I just couldn’t, so I told Bobby to go. NOT great. Fucking no man’s land, when all I wanted was somebody to take me home. 

I went through 22 in 6:15, and felt like I was done, right there. It was like my batteries were just DEAD, or the fuel gauge was PAST empty (Stacy knows what that’s like!). Completely fried, 4 miles from the finish. Slowly watched Bobby pull off into the distance. “Will you just wait for me?” I didn’t understand, everything went “as planned.” STOPPED at an aid station around mile 23, got some Gatorade, someone grabbed me from falling over. I walked a touch, then jogged as best I could. 6:42, GREAT. Total explosion. “I trained for a 2:39, what is HAPPENING?!” I rehearsed my speech for Lowell and Matt when they went by. I considered stopping and finishing with Stacy. . . . . seriously. It was a dark time for me. I’ve been really tired at the ends of races before (including much longer races), but this was different. Not sure how, but I just couldn’t GO. Anyway, got moving again, and thought a sub-2:40 was still fathomable. It’s just a few more miles, right?! Mile 24, 6:24, “OK, I can do this.” Up comes Lowell, KILLING it. I couldn’t hang with him, despite encouragement. 6:31, “God dammit, GO!” Finally got back to the pavement, and thought I still had a “chance.” I did the best I could. Mile 26 in 6:20.

I could see the finish “area.” I just didn’t know how far around the turn the timing mat actually was. It didn’t matter, I knew I missed the goal. But I still ran (as best I could!) straight through. If it wasn’t going to be a sub 2:40, it’d be sub 2:whatever. I was happy to be done, congratulated Bobby and Lowell, and cheered Matt across the finish.

Had a beer, then shivered and hobbled back to the car to put on every piece of clothing I had. Packed a bag for Stacy, then got back to the finish to watch Lyndsay, Stacy, and Ashlie finish. It was nice to do a race a couple states away, and see multiple Roadkill jerseys at the finish! We all grabbed some food and beer, then Stacy and I called it a day. I was initially disappointed, but in retrospect, after looking at the timing, I’m proud of the race. Particularly coming back from my mile 23 debacle, running anything in the 6’s felt like an achievement.  It was the highest mileage I’ve done consistently in training, and I even gave up biking for a couple months! I trained for a specific goal, and got pretty close. I enjoyed the course, but certainly think the wind and trails added a different type of challenge than some small hills. Not sure what goals are in the books for next year, but for now, it’s back on the bike and back in the pool for me.

Derrick Jones wins USATF Niagara Masters Cross Country Championships

On a brisk, windy day, Derrick Jones ran away from the rest of the field in the USATF Niagara Masters Cross Country Championships on October 23rd. He raced the 6-kilometer course at Genesee Valley Park in 20:19 for an average pace of 5:28 per mile. Derrickimproved his time from the previous 6K race in Akron Falls by 15 seconds to emerge victorious over rivals Mike Melfi, Kevin Burke, and Kirt Komocki.


The day saw many notable performances from the rest of the team as well. Dan Sackett and Danielle Feligno both placed in the top 10 in their age groups, while the women’s open team finished 4th, the men’s open team finished 5th, and the women’s masters teams placed 2nd and 3rd in their divisions.

Full results can be found here:

Thanks to Tim and Tommy from for the photos, as always!