October 3, 2012
On October 3, 2012 after 46 years, one month and 21 days of running, I ran my 100,000th mile. It came in mile 7 of a moderately uneventful 8 mile run in the Cherry Creek State Park during recuperation from a calf injury. Like most runs, there was nothing particularly unique about it. I ran the first 4 miles alone and was joined by my wife, Linda, for the last 4.
The story prior to that run, however, set the foundation for many, many miles.
The story prior to that run, however, set the foundation for many, many miles.
It began mostly because I didn’t want to be embarrassed. The first day of Cross Country practice was Monday and it was already Friday, August 12, 1966. I needed to get in shape fast! So I laced up my new Beta Bullets and went for a run. It was a half an hour in duration and the only thing I recall is that it seemed like FOREVER!
The next day, I did it again. I took Sunday off (well, it was SUNDAY, right?) and reported for practice bright and early Monday morning. I had no idea what was to come and especially the significance it would have on the entirety of my life.
I wasn’t showing up at just any cross country practice, I was going to be a member of Coach Al Pingel’s Wyandotte Roosevelt High cross country team, one of the best in the state. The running Bears had been in the top three at state regularly and boasted the defending state champion, Al Ruffner. And, at least in my mind, there were expectations placed on my performance.
In Junior High, part of P.E. was running this thing, ominously called “the distance run.” It was actually a mere 3/4 of a mile, but in 7-9 grades, someone must have felt that was a long way. I remember doing it fairly well as a seventh grader, beating everyone in my class. In eighth grade I broke the school record (which was around 4:20) by running 4:02. The next year, 3:36. The next day, high school coach Al Pingel was at class. Game, set, match: I was a cross country runner.
|Best High School Race!|
At the morning practice, we warmed up, stretched as a team and ran the workout. It was 6 x 440, followed by some kind of drills followed by the unfathomable news that we were expected to return later that afternoon for a second workout. A second workout? This guy was serious (Coach Pingel, not me). That afternoon, we ran for 45 minutes. He called it the Boston Marathon and it was the first time I had ever heard of that race or run that far. I made it, learning that my body was capable of doing things that my mind wasn’t so sure about (wouldn’t be the last time for that lesson). I also was taught that day the importance of logging my runs, so I did (still do). The next day, I could barely walk (backwards down stairs). Somehow, I lived to tell about it.
Cross Country, and then Track and Field allowed me the opportunity to travel to other schools, meet other runners and to experience a part of the sports world different from my earlier participation. I had played some football, a little basketball and I don’t mind saying, was an excellent baseball player (pitcher). I liked being on a team, but cross country supplemented the team part with the individual focus. I could run well and win. There was no worry about a shortstop making an error allowing in the winning run or a teammate missing a free throw at a crucial point of a big game.
|Detroit to Mackinac 342 miles
Fav T Shirt too!
Those three things: travel, people and the individual challenge were part of the draw for me. They’ve also been part of the big payoff. As a collegiate, post collegiate, and as a marathoner, I have traveled to places I would have never seen had I missed this golden opportunity. I’ve made, and continue to make, some wonderful friends. I’ve won some races, accomplished goals, ran in a few national championships, ran from Detroit to Mackinac in seven days during Spring Break (342 miles), represented my country once, and met a plethora of other more self-directed challenges.
And frankly, I’m not convinced I’d have gone to, or completed college had it not been for my involvement as a runner. I most certainly would not be the person I am today. More than 100,000 miles later (Yes, Coach Pingel, I log my miles), I happily acknowledge that 46 years ago, I began a journey that would transform my life with a simple 30 minute run. And while the travel, people and the racing have all been rewarding, I knew that first day that there was something I really liked about the act of running. I wasn’t exactly sure what it was, but I felt something.
|Older, slower, still going…|
And upon reaching the 100,000 mile mark, I am grateful for what this simple aerobic activity has done for every facet of my life and being.
Running was/is a simple activity, cyclical in its nature. One foot placed in front of the next in order to move forward: to cover ground, to open my mind, to allow me opportunities to escape my troubles or celebrate my triumphs. Mostly, to connect me to and strengthen my relationship with this planet upon which I exist. For that, I am ecstatically, humbly grateful.
John Parker Jr. said it best in his epic story, Once A Runner, “Running to him was real; the way he did it the realest thing he knew. It was all joy and woe, hard as diamond; it made him weary beyond comprehension. But it also made him free.”
I am proud to be a runner.
For anyone amazingly bored (or interested), I recorded the 100,000th mile. It can be found at http://youtu.be/2pjFn-0-Z48. Good luck with that!
Some Top Five 100,000 mile favorites:
My Best Races: Trenton Cross Country (course record & win) 1968
Belle Isle 20 mile 1:50:24 1972
Florida Relays Marathon 2:58:14 1972
Toronto 12 Mile 1:02:05 1976
Flying Pig Marathon 3:10:34 (at age 48) 2000
Favorite Running Spots: Boulder (Mesa Trail and South Boulder Trail), Cherry Creek State Park, Edward Hines Parkway (Michigan), Central Park (NY), Pre’s Trail (Eugene, OR)
Best Moments: winning my first cross country race (1968 at Elizabeth Park); Running from Detroit to Mackinac with my college teammates (1971); Almost beating Don Kardong at Springbank; being in a pack with Frank Shorter, Herb Lindsey, Stan Mavis and a few others for just under two miles in an East Lansing 6 mile (then Frank said, “let’s go” and they were GONE); Everyday I get to run!
|Dean Karnazes and Me|
Best Quotes: Frank Shorter saying to me, “As much as you run, you’d think you’d weigh less.” At the Florida Relays Marie Hamilton telling me, “I don’t think you’re skinny. You’re slender.” Bill Rodgers while I was dying trying to keep up the day before the NYC Marathon “Is the pace okay?” (by the way, the next days race didn’t go that well) My wife, Linda, MANY times on the phone “Are you still running?” and…… Dean Karnazes during our conversation after my 100,000th mile “Inspire you? You inspire me.”
Best Shoes Ever: Training = the original Nike Air Max. Racing = Tiger Obori
Best Running Book: Far and away, Once A Runner by John Parker Jr. Honorable mention to: The Purple Runner by Paul Christman, Ultramarathon Man by Dean Karnazes, The Perfect Mile by Neal Bascomb, and Pre by Tom Jordan
Best Training Book: Theory and Methodology of Training by Tudor Bompa
Most Coveted T Shirt: Detroit to Mackinac WSU 1971, Kinney Cross Country Championships 1989 (went as a coach), Florida Track Club circa 1973, Boston Marathon 2001, Pikes Peak Marathon 1979
Runs I’d Like to Do (again in some cases): Dipsea, NYC Marathon (again), Boston Marathon (again), London Marathon, a track race of any kind in Hayward Field, a 50 miler.
Too Embarrassing: Placing 70th at Regional cross country my senior year 1968 (knees), cracking knee cap at NCAA Cross Country Championships, Face plant in steeple water jump at Ohio State Relays, 2001 Boston Marathon, every time someone who looks like they’re crawling passes me.
Best Workout EVER: 16 x 880 averaging 2:14 in Alpena, MI (summer 1972)
Favorite Training Partners: My wife, Linda, Monday night Boulder crew (especially Eda), Ed Cox, Geoff Lane, John Gores
People I’d Love to Run With to Chat: Dean Karnazes, Alberto Salazar, Paula Radcliffe, Moses Tanui, Roger Bannister
Great Inventions for Running: Waffle soles, GPS watches, compression socks, Flotrack, Loopville on Facebook
Immediate Goal: Surviving Savannah Marathon this Saturday November 3, 2012!