Speaking of hills wrote:
What happened to Henry Rono?
Hills are one of the best tools for any distance runner to improve his/her strength and speed.
Steve DiNatale told Malmo about the time Rono walked into an Oregon bar and the conversation turned to hills. Malmo graciously gave me permission to use this story in my own book, Running: A Long Distance Love Affair. DiNatale and Malmo say this the true account:
One day in 1988, Steve DiNatale, AKA “The Dina,” was tending bar at “Guido's,” near the University of Oregon, when the legendary Henry Rono walked in. As Rono sat at the bar nursing a cold one, The Dina started a conversation about Rono's former rival Alberto Salazar and training methods. The Dina kept the beers flowing freely, hoping to keep Rono talking and perhaps extract the secrets of running from the man who once held four world records. After awhile, Rono opened up, and the conversation went something like this:
“Toooos-day, Sal-uh-zaah . . . traaaack,” said Rono, shaking his head, “No.”
“Tourrrz-day, Sal-uh-zaah . . . traaaack,” said Rono, again shaking his head, “No.”
“Saaa-tuhh-day, Sal-uh-zaah . . . traaaack,” said Rono, emphatically shaking his head, “No!”
The Dina listened intently.
“Dee heeeeeel!” Rono suddenly shouted, his arm extended upward at a steep incline.
The Dina, figuring he was privy to a rare, inside glimpse into the training that made Rono a legend, leaned forward at the bar to coax out the name and location of the secret incline.
“Henry,” he asked earnestly, “what hill?”
“Steve,” Rono answered, waving his arms maniacally, “ANY HEEEEEEL!”
– Rono's Hill Quote (Thanks to George “Malmo” Malley for permission to retell this story as he and Steve DiNatale say it really happened.)