i classify myself as a highschool phenon. my first year in grade 11. i beat all the hogh school runners, college, and men over 1500 m to 10 mile.
my coach had me doing 3 sessions per day. 4-5 miles 6am 30x 200m in 32 sec. 4pm. and universal gym weights circuit 9pm. my first season . veon evetything and was burned out. on my own i just jogged easy for 4 months to recover. smart.
i walked on in oregon. had scholarship elsewhere.
ran with sal chappa mcchesney and the rest. there were a ton of us walkons. it was the death of the dream in mass.
even a guy like chappa never got to the olympics . wtf.
mcchesney pre died in accidents. sal ran himself nearly to death.
david mack to jail. later on
the carnage is unbelievable.
i ended up in year 2 finally catching up to art borleau 29 10k flat guy. which means i may run in the big meets soon. but then broke an ankle.
they added a 4 minute miler and a new crop. in my absence. which was unnoticed.
so i quit. the olympic dream was too far fetched.
quit to concenteate on a carear in science. which was my focus all along and running was a distraction that i kind of loved. winning races was the drug like prize fighting i suppose.
i got sucked into the sport because i was naturally good. and was very happy to have done it. and not to the point that it damaged health.
some training sessions were most satisfying when you could keep pace with whos who. days when you suddenly say to yourself. maybe i know what i'm doing after all.
despite the dissappointibg end. very plesant memories remain ..
the solo guy gutting it out .. that is my kind if guy.