Henry Rono’s race resume was obviously impressive, but the life stories supersede and make the results much more jaw dropping.
I got his autograph back in 1981 at the TAC Nationals in Burbank, Ca. I was 12. he and Salazar were my idols. He had a huge gut in November of 81. I would finally meet him personally in 2000 at the San Diego indoor meet, as we ran in an exhibition mile race……which ended up being the race of the evening. we would remain close until he arbitrarily picked up and moved from Alb, NM to Kenya…..no notice!
At this indoor mile, there was Steve Scott, Thom Hunt and a few former bad ass runners, along with a few elite triathletes. During the pre race photos, every single runner protected their egos, detailing how they were out of shape, minus Henry. Each of the 9 runners were within a few pounds of their elite race weight, minus Rono. He was the only runner that didn’t talk of their poor fitness, as he would run around the board track at 240 lbs. He was the guy I wanted to spend time with.
Going forward, Henry became a friend. over time, the real interesting stories would come out. Again, the races results were impressive, but the journey was more interesting. Coming from a family with dysfunctional alcoholism, his recount of the alcoholism while racing fast was sad but fascinating. He drank to calm his anxiety before races.
Probably because it was his first crazy story he shared, it sticks out the most:
When I asked Henry if the drinking before races was true, he explained his first of his 4 World Records from 1978. he was at Cal Berkeley for a rinky dink race.
He shared, the night before the race (where he lapped the entire field minus one competitor) he went to a bar on Telegraph Ave. He sat alone drinking 4 pitchers of beer “I do back to motel at 1am. I wake up at 5:30am, go for 1 hour run. I lay back down to sleep. Wake up at noon. On my warm up I drink 2 cans of Coors to help nerves. Set world record at 3pm.
The life of Henry Rono is headlined by the stop watch However, like you, everyone has a story. His story was exciting and sad at the same time. More than likely, his ability to go fast and his alcoholism was from a dark place, as it is with most people with exceptional talents.
Over the years, Henry still had the hope of being great again. He lived a very simple life in New Mexico where he still had a detailed exercise program, while working as a sky cap at the Alb airport.
In 2013, I shipped him a bike to incorporate. We did a face time call in order to set his saddle height, and explain how the shifting mechanism works. Shortly after, he called to tell me about his maiden voyage.
“Today, I ride 5 hours up and down Tramway. Maybe I did too much as my legs cramp.” I asked if he got the hang of shifting. Henry said “I did not know there were gears. I stay in same gear the whole time!” We did another FaceTime call so I can see the cassette and derailur. Like his life, he rode the hardest gear up to the ski resort.
I am happy he made it back to Kenya to rest where he belongs. Henry Rono was special.