I stopped reading letsrun months ago because it is sometimes caustic and people with little knowledge post as if they have inside information.
I have always feared posting for the above reasons.
But lately a friend of mine told me about this thead. So I have read what you all have said and I will add a bit. Bill was my dear brother so forgive me if I go off topic. But running was always about family and friends to him so I feel that all who read this who knew him will understand.
First "Sumo" thanks and I loved your telling of the story. Thanks also to all of you have shared about Bill.
This whole Bill vs Pre thing is the last thing that either of them would have wanted (I am guilty of adding my own to the fire and I am sorry about that).
When Bill was a promising young runner he hated being called the next "Pre" for two reasons. First he felt that Pre had earned his name to himself and Bill also felt that he could make his mark on his own.
While we were young Pre took the time to talk to us at school and he was so gracious and kind and gave us great advice. Bill and I looked up to him a great deal as he really knew how to talk to young kids. In all honesty I believe that Bill and Pre would have really liked each other if they could have been teammates as they had so many traits in common. They both had so much respect for those that that competed against. Bill really liked Matt, Alberto, Don and Rudy all of the really gifted Oregon guys got along very well.
Hi Roomate. You were Bill's roomate for a few years and you are a great guy. I truly admire what you have done and who you are. Thanks for representing Bill in a way that is a part of who he was. Bill loved you. Bill was also my best friend and roomate for life as he was with Nanci so we appreciate your thoughts.
You made a reference to my thinking about a book in a political way, but I have started writing about stories about growing up and running in our family. It is deeply personal and I may never seek to publish it now that I have started.
But I will share a bit as it is about Billy and also Pre.
It is about what it was like to step up to the line in the Oregon state meet just after Pre had died. Billy and I were expected to go 1,2 in the two mile and in the end we needed to in order to win the state meet.
The day had started out as an exciting day with us looking forward to the state meet. Neither of us had read the paper at home and our parents had kept the news from us.
The two of us had watched Pre race the likes of Dave Wottle, Frank Shorter and so many others at Hayward field over the years. We were in junior high and later in high school, but we never missed a meet and pretty much were witness to all that Pre was able to do at that great venue. Harry Johnson, my high school coach, got a few of us out of school and we traveled to Spokane to watch Pre have the race of his college life against Nick Rose in a come from behind win, I believe, in the 73 NCAA xc championship. What a thrill to get out of school, stay in a hotel with my teammates and get to watch that race.
Bill and I would go on weekend long runs pretending to be Pre.
We would calk our head at that angle and run with his cross arm style and pick it up and pick it up until we were running much faster than we knew or felt as it was so uplifting. Pre was a person to us and not just a legend and he meant a lot to Bill.
That day Bill and I arrived at school in high spirits with no knowledge of his death. We had watched a great Pre race the night before and also got to cheer our brother Tom along at the same time. We came to school inspired. Those of you who know us understand what it means when the two of us would get a bit hyper. We arrived at school and we very much stood apart from the somber mood as we simply had no idea.
Our teammates looked at us in a strange way as we were all giddy for a race and ready for the get go.
When we were finally told, we both reacted as if it was not true. Pre was not someone who could die. We were so ill equiped to deal with the reality.
He had actually taken the time to cheer for us in a previous race not yet forgotten.
Billy and I sat alone in an isolated part of our locker room. We wept and neither of us spoke for the longest time. At some point we finally both stirred at the same time and Billy looked at me with his so very deep eyes filled with tears. We hugged and held each other for support. At some point we moved on to the Oregon state meet, we won, but it seemed less important that day.
My teams have won state titles following the deaths of both Tom and Bill. If there is a story there it is about how we gather strength and support one another when it is of the most value. Bill and Pre live on if we value them for their gifts beyond the results.