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True Grit

Oct. 15, 2001
Oct. 15, 2001

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Oct. 15, 2001

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True Grit

Most of the people you find in adventure racing have chosen the
sport because it injects a bit of drama, a frisson of danger,
into their lives. In the wake of the Sept. 11 terrorist attacks,
I met an adventure racer for whom the sport is an oasis of calm
in his otherwise dangerous existence. Chris Ballou is a five-year
veteran of the New York City Police Department's Scuba Team, an
elite group of rescue-and-recovery specialists whose work is by
no means limited to underwater missions. For three weeks after
the attacks the 30-year-old Ballou worked 12- to 16-hour shifts,
seven days a week, in various search operations at the disaster
site.

This is an article from the Oct. 15, 2001 issue

There are some questions Ballou won't answer. "I don't want to
talk about grisly stuff," he says. "I don't think it's
professional." He will say this: "I worked on the recovery of
Flight 800 [the TWA jet that went down off the coast of Long
Island in 1996], and this is worse than that. I know 15 guys in
that debris pile."

Before the catastrophe, you may have seen, in August, the photo
of Ballou leaning over the railing of the Statue of Liberty's
torch and helping to pull to safety the nitwit parachutist who'd
become entangled in it. Or maybe you know Ballou as the president
of the New York Adventure Racing Association. In the immediate
aftermath of Sept. 11 the idea of adventure racing--of any
activity devoted to simulated ordeals and contrived misery--seemed
absurd. It's beginning to seem less absurd now. "People want to
start training again," says Ballou. "They want to race, to begin
getting back to normal."

Normal, of course, has always been a relative term in adventure
circles, and that's especially so now. Long before the World
Trade Center disaster Ballou had planned a 24-hour urban
adventure race called the NYC Extreme, for May 10, 2002. Is the
race still a go? "Now more than ever," he says. "Calling it off
would be like giving in. The heck with that."

Ballou will need to alter the course, however. He'd planned to
put a checkpoint on the observation deck of each of the doomed
skyscrapers, which were to provide 1,000 meters of
stair-climbing. The redesign can wait. Ballou's job still has him
clawing through rubble in search of victims. He has donned scuba
gear and jumped into the East and Hudson rivers, searching "every
possible underwater target" for explosives. The last time I spoke
with him, he was on his way to ground zero where, aided by sonar,
he and his team continued to search for the airplanes' black
boxes.

You wonder if, when asked what he wanted to be when he grew up,
the young Ballou ever answered, "A real-life action figure."
That, essentially, is what he is. You'd think someone whose job
description includes sifting through wreckage for body parts and
pulling stiffs out of rivers and nincompoops off the Statue of
Liberty might want to find a plush sofa and a good bottle of
Scotch on his downtime. Not Ballou. Even by the gung ho standards
of the Scuba Team, Ballou is, in the words of fellow member and
adventure racer Keith Duval, "somewhat fanatical."

Before all hell broke loose, Ballou and a group of like-minded
aerobic animals known as the Thursday Night Vampires would meet
on Staten Island or Manhattan and run, bike and in-line skate
from 9 p.m. to dawn. While training for two ultramarathons,
Ballou pushed his twin sons in a Baby Jogger. "I wore out the
tires on it," he says. "I had to order new ones."

Ballou first met Duval five years ago at the wreckage site of
Flight 800. Duval had been set to compete in the Eco-Challenge
in British Columbia a few weeks later, but the crash scotched
his plans. At the site Duval enlisted Ballou to compete with him
at the '97 Eco in Australia. Night-trekking across the outback
with two other teammates, and under the name Team New York's
Finest, they finished 29th.

Anyone considering racing in the NYC Extreme be forewarned:
Ballou is neither a kind nor gentle course designer. He seeks to
give Extreme competitors "a taste of expedition racing in a
24-hour race. At the end of the bike leg I want them to hate
their bikes." How will he replace the stair-climbing that his
race lost with the Twin Towers? His reply captures the attitude
of a city bloodied but unbowed. "It's still New York," says
Ballou. "It's not like there's a shortage of tall buildings."

COLOR PHOTO: NICK CARDILLICCHIO You'd think someone whose job is to sift wreckage for body parts might seek a sofa on his downtime. Not Ballou.