(Click on the photo for the next one in the set) (right-click for the previous image) Bob has been a Flyer since 1997 and long time strong runner, triathlete and photographer | |
Focus on ... Robert Butler
Runner, Triathlete, Photographer and Scuba Instructor
was born in Pennsylvania but only lived there a year before we moved to South Carolina. My dad was in the public health service and I
once figured that I moved on average every two years till I was sixteen. I have one brother 3 years older and a younger sister.
I never considered
my self much of an an athlete as a kid, but I was always outdoors playing and was pretty good at football. But when I entered
high school it seemed all the other boys had shot up a foot over the summer and gained twenty pounds on me — so I decided football was no longer the
sport for me.
We lived for a couple of years in Hawaii when I was eight and I remember trying to drag this huge surfboard down to the water.
They didn’t have the small light surfboards they have now, just huge fiberglass boards that took quite an effort for an eight year
old to haul down to the water. Can’t say I was ever a good surfer but that started my love for the water which hasn’t ended, and later led
me to take up scuba diving and becoming a scuba instructor.
Skiing came after that when my older brother went skiing with his high school
ski club. Of course being three years younger than my brother, I had to beg to be taken along on his next ski trip, so it was off to Great
Gorge, N.J. for some night skiing. (Yes I went from living in Hawaii to living in N.J.) I’m really dating my self here but let’s just say
the ski pants were blue jeans, the gloves were cotton, skis were wooden with cable bindings and the shoes you laced up. Yeah, it was a long
time ago.
Early Interest Led to Photography Career
y the end of high school I was living in Maryland, and for some crazy reason I decided I wanted to be a photographer. Let’s just say this
was not one of my better decisions. But I’m still a photographer after 30 years in the business — so it wasn’t totally crazy, just not
very smart.
So I went to college in California, at the Art Center College of Design, which is a small college for mostly commercial arts
like photography, film, graphic design, automotive design, etc. In other words, no sports teams, no fraternities and no campus housing.
After college, a friend and I booked one way tickets on Peoples Express (yeah I’m dating my self again), and headed for New York where
I’ve been (almost) ever since.
New York, NY — "If you can make it here ..."
’m a commercial photographer, doing mainly product and fashion photography. Most of my career involved the use of large format cameras
in a studio, which I always liked, but now almost everything has gone digital. I kind of miss the days of film when you
had to know how to light and expose a shot — because it cost big money for a commercial shoot, and unless it was a really big ad shot there
was no retouching.
Now, it’s “We’ll just fix it in Photoshop”. Today it seems like anybody can be, and is a photographer
, so I keep
thinking I need a new career — but haven’t figured out yet what that might be.
In 1992, I attended a wedding in the Carribean and went scuba diving. I fell in love with the experience and the allure of the clear blue water.
When I got back to New York, I took classes and eventually qualified as a PADI instructor. I still teach part time
for Pan Aqua, a scuba store here in New York. I enjoy an occassional diving trip to the Islands and have especially enjoyed some cave diving I have
done in Mexico.
Getting into Running — Still Chasing After my Big Brother
ometime around 1993, my brother was living in California and he and his family came east to visit his wife’s family
on the Jersey shore. So I took the bus down to Cape May one hot summer day and the next day we went for a run. Within a half
mile, I was dying from the running and the heat, and I could see my brother just smiling at me. Talk about
sibling rivalry! I’m dying and he is having a good old time and not even breathing hard. He had done about three marathons at this point
and was in shape — and to put in mildly, I was not.
So after this humiliating run that I had to end after two and half miles, my brother says
to me that he and some friends are coming to New York next year for the marathon and would I like to do it? So in my dehydrated and humiliated
state, I naively said "Sure, run a marathon — why not?" Well, I wasn’t quite that dumb — but I was close. I gave my self a year to
train for it. Thus began my career as a runner.
It turned out it was the 25th running of the NYC marathon, and it was my first race ever. My friend Ann Wool, also a marathoner, had encouraged
me to enter this race and my brother and his friends would run with me — or so I had thought. We started together and I had imagined
that they would pace me and give me some encouragement on this epic journey, but instead, soon after getting off the Verrazanno Bridge, they disappeared
and I was abandoned and alone among the thousands of other runners. I managed to finish the marathon but not within my sub-4 hour goal time.
What kept me going was my mantra, "I’m going to punch my brother and strangle my friend Ann who got me into all this pain and agony."
They were both wise enough to be nowhere near the finish line when I finally finished in 4:16. Then a funny thing happened:
somewhere between the finish line and the baggage pickup, another thought came into my head, "You know, I could run this better next time!"
I don’t
have to tell those of you reading this how that can happen, and I’ve been running ever since.
(Click on the photo for the next one in the set) (right-click for the previous image) Pride Run — 2000 | | |
I Find the Flyers
(Click on the photo for the next one in the set) (right-click for the previous image) Winning the Coach's Award 2008 | |
nn is how I joined the Flyers, she was a member at the time and she was going to do the Montauk
Triathlon. Somehow, I let her talk me into entering that too.
At Montauk I meet some other Flyers like Ed O’Donnell and Kimberly Myers. Next, I decided to do a speed workout
with the Flyers which were coached at that time by Cliff Held. After that speed workout, I joined the team.
Over the next several years I got to the point where I was doing one or two marathons a year and managing to take about 10 to 12 minutes off
of each race — which of course inspires you to keep pushing your self. Then I hit my plateau, so to speak, around 3:15 to 3:20 and languished
there for most of my subsequent marathons.
But all along, speed workouts with the Flyers were a constant. I found that the discipline amd
structure pushed me beyond what I could do on my own. I continued through Cliff Held's retirement and now I've been with Toby Tanser
right up to the present.
In the meantime I was more and more attracted to events outside your typical crowded Central Park race. Triathlons were one
of my favorites from the beginning, but unfortunately they have gotten way too expensive and crowded. But when I first did the
Hood to Coast Relay with the Flyers in 2003, and later the River to Sea and Ragnar Relays,
I realized it's not just about the run or the race, but the friends, the comraderie and the places.
(Click on the photo for the next one in the set) (right-click for the previous image) With Sandy Altman in Yosemite — 2009 | |
I don’t run marathons anymore, but who knows, I may do another one again — but it would be "just for fun". (Do people really run marathons
for fun?) I pick and choose which races I
do, and I lean to races outside of the city like a tri, a relay, or maybe a trail run.
Running is not my only outdoor activity. I've lately been doing some hiking — including showshoeing — in some of the beautiful
destinations across the country. I've included a few shots here, but remember, I'm usually taking the pictures, so it's rare that you'll find
me in one.