You've got a fair few "ifs" in there. I actually don't understand the rest of your post. I have no problems getting through the night.
You've got a fair few "ifs" in there. I actually don't understand the rest of your post. I have no problems getting through the night.
There was an article about Pete Mundle in the first issue of Distance Running News I ever got. And Mike Tymn has a chapter about him in his book on aging runners. It's kind of sad because it talks about how Pete just lost his form for no apparent reason. I think he's still alive.
BOHICA wrote:
More avoid it because of posters like you, so I see little reason for concern. The only person to vouch for you so far on this thread is someone who's never even met you, he's just happy you're over 70 like him. Did you drive all of your former athletes and assistants away from the sport, Igloi's Booger?
You are a nasty phony flower child. Bodes for very bad karma in your afterlife.
Search handle Mighty Quinn:
“You guys should have been lucky enough to have had Ghost of Igloi as a coach like I did. Some quick stories: I'm a 16 year old senior in New Mexico.(1976) Ghost is coaching at a local junior college. He takes me under his wing, takes me to his team's workout and says to me, "These guys may be able to help you run faster." (Insert evil grin). Yeah, guys like Kenyans: Ben Mokua, Julius Ogaro, William Mutai, etc. and future collegiate All-Americans: Terry Johnson, Bob Jackson, etc. etc. These guys eat me for lunch. I come back for more. (I'm a real slow learner.) After high school Ghost recruits me to his school. First brutally hot August New Mexico workout, the Kenyans and "All-Americans" are burying this high school "super star". I start whining about my pain and suffering. Ghost replies."Mighty, go home and get a big pail of ice-cold water." "Yes, Coach," as I wait for great words of running wisdom. (Ghost's evil grin, again), "Then soak your head in the water for 5 minutes. All your pain will be gone!!"
Fast forward two years. I'm now running for Ghost in balmy Kansas, in January. Its the old up-the-hill, down-the-hill, now sprint till you puke, now to the golf course for green-to-green intervals, etc. etc. I start whining again, (Did I mention I'm a real slow learner?) Ghost replies (same evil grin)," See that cemetary over there? You will rest many years there, but for now RUN!" God, what a fantastic human being! No excuses. Just train and train and Win. Here I am now, over thirty years later and when the excuses not to train enter my race-fried, only-know-how-to-win brain, I get my own evil grin and think, "I'm not resting in that cemetary yet!" Thanks Coach Ghost. Reid, you are the best.”
HRE, Pete passed away a year ago. He even made LRC message board:
How come no one come on this thread and says “yea, BOHICA walks and talks the flower child life. He is actually a man of peace and meditation, and not the @$$ hat he appears to be”?
Ghost of Igloi wrote:
OK, but how many are just pursuing a dream to the detriment of other areas of life.
How the hell is that any of your business? If Nick Willis (for example) wants to race until he’s 50, why is it your concern if it’s a “detriment”? Good grief. Maybe some of those older professionals don’t want a lot of money. Maybe they just love to run and compete? Regardless, it’s none of your concern why someone competes.
Good point, I agree with you.
Good night.
Ghost of Igloi wrote:
RBKboi wrote:
Only problem is that most of "life" is pointless anyway. Seriously, what is there to move onto? I say this as someone who "grew up" and became "more than" a runner. A decade later and wiser, my hobbyjogging is more important to me than pretty much anything but my family and my faith.
At the end of every season the aging athlete is asked this question. I was with my college coach Tom Von Ruden when he failed to advance at the 1972 Olympic Trials. He was teary eyed as he hugged his first wife Eleanor. He was 9th in the 1500m at the previous Games, and set a world indoor record for the 1,000 yard run that season. We ran a 2-man 10 mile relay earlier that season. If I recall correctly he teamed up with Mike Manke, another Oklahoma State miler that ended up in the 4th spot in the 1500m four years later. They were clipping 60s, so 60 second 440 with 60 second rest, 20 of them. Tom was never the same after that workout, sciatica. Tom did everything he could to make that team. I am sure Manke did the same. Like Mike Lundgren said there were not many options back then. Tom passed away a few years back. Like does go on, with or without you. I wrote this tribute to Tom as Idahos first 4:00 miler back in 2007, sent a copy to his second wife Betty upon his passing.
https://imgur.com/a/TulvddZ
I believe Tom VR also rabbited for one of Ryun’s early wr’s in the mile as well. Awesome guy.
That's too bad but 91's a respectable age. I usually don't miss these sorts of things. When I was writing for Marathon and Beyond the joke was my job was writing about people who were dead or about to be.
I think you're right about TvR and I think it was the 3:51.3 from 1966 in Berkeley. I believe Cary Weisiger helped too, and maybe Wade Bell and Bob Day but I'm not sure about the last two.
Not reading all this nonsense, but you boomers need to let go, balding with a ponytail in a convertible driving assholes. Let go and die off please.
Ghost of Igloi wrote:
For many of the older professional distance runners it is apparent they need to move on in life. Continuing to hold that same dream for even another year seems pointless to me.
Maybe you should have bought some BTC like I told you to a few years ago, you wouldn't be as grumpy.
Whatever. Same same.
Homie, maybe you aren't a compulsive liar, it could be you're just tragically confused. Many recognize and have mentioned it, you're losing the fight with dementia. This message board isn't helping you.
Ghost of Igloi wrote:
AlphaMale wrote:
The way I see it is simple. Your nuts are too small to be a champion.
OK, yet big enough to go farther than you.
How Fast Are You, Coward.
If you felt fine with playing around at being a middling coach for decades at dead end programs in backwater conferences for far lower pay than your peers then I think you can let post-collegiate runners of an equivalent level do the same. Did your parents not get after you to use your college degree for something with higher financial reward?
Ghost of Igloi wrote:
DanM wrote:
I had the very same impression as I watched the women run 10,000 meters and there was a 38-year-old with 4 kids trying to finish in the top 3 out of 41 runners. Then some idiotic photo appeared on the screen showing her husband in a U-Haul because there were no rental cars available. I thought: What are they trying to prove ?
I had similar thoughts.
Kiera aged much better than these posts.
Igloi's Booger wrote:
If you felt fine with playing around at being a middling coach for decades at dead end programs in backwater conferences for far lower pay than your peers then I think you can let post-collegiate runners of an equivalent level do the same. Did your parents not get after you to use your college degree for something with higher financial reward?
Two days ago for something I did decades ago. Unfortunately your mark in this World is a big fat zero.
lets Poetry dotcom wrote:
Ummmm........ever read “To an Athlete Dying Young” by A.E. Housman written in 1896????
A. E. Housman wrote:
To an Athlete Dying Young
The time you won your town the race
We chaired you through the market-place;
Man and boy stood cheering by,
And home we brought you shoulder-high.
Today, the road all runners come,
Shoulder-high we bring you home,
And set you at your threshold down,
Townsman of a stiller town.
Smart lad, to slip betimes away
From fields where glory does not stay,
And early though the laurel grows
It withers quicker than the rose.
Eyes the shady night has shut
Cannot see the record cut,
And silence sounds no worse than cheers
After earth has stopped the ears.
Now you will not swell the rout
Of lads that wore their honours out,
Runners whom renown outran
And the name died before the man.
So set, before its echoes fade,
The fleet foot on the sill of shade,
And hold to the low lintel up
The still-defended challenge-cup.
And round that early-laurelled head
Will flock to gaze the strengthless dead,
And find unwithered on its curls
The garland briefer than a girl’s.
I've been a fan of Housman's poetry for some decades, but, despite its widespread popularity, I believe that "To an Althlete Dying Young" just sucks. Housman seems to assume that the only reason to be an athlete is to win, and an athlete's only reason to live is to be an athlete. I don't see a lot of insight into the mind of an athlete, especially a distance runner. Although the poem is similar to others that rely on Housman's common theme of hopelessness, futility, and sadness overtaking and replacing the delusions of youth, I much prefer something like, "Terence, this is stupid stuff . . . ." (Both poems are in Housman's "Shropshire Lad" collection.) People have all kinds of reasons to stay in or leave the athletic world.
Ghost of Igloi wrote:
Two days ago for something I did decades ago. Unfortunately your mark in this World is a big fat zero.
"Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!"