= 3:48 1,500 or 4:06 mile....even less impresseive than German's recent 4:05. I would rather see him running 8:00 3k's now as Coe (Sebastian not Michael) used to do indoors and then ramp up the speed. Not sure I understand Vig's mindset.
= 3:48 1,500 or 4:06 mile....even less impresseive than German's recent 4:05. I would rather see him running 8:00 3k's now as Coe (Sebastian not Michael) used to do indoors and then ramp up the speed. Not sure I understand Vig's mindset.
Lopez Lomong ran 1:50.7 a week ago...so Webb can't be too far off that fitness, and I'm not sure why a second would save Lomong from criticism. Seriously, these boards.
Webb is running 1:52 while Kiprop is winning XC races against Bekele and Kipruto?
Hard to say this looks good.
NTHXC wrote:
Atl Runner 07 wrote:Rick Scheff is running? And is at GT? He used to be the most intimidating runner back in hs. Good to see him still at it
For real. Represent.
Represent?? WTF kind of pseudo-dude speak is that, bro?
while i agree alan running several races from 1:51.9 to 1:55 is mystifingly bad, as i woulda thought he could run a 1:55 on just some decent base work alone, still though didn't he say in an interview recently he had some decent set backs in the summer and fall? so maybe he's gotten in some base and some workouts but been interrupted a few times and so beginning of indoors he finds himself rusty and instead of just pounding out hard workouts they decide to actually get him some good racing experience which for most of his career he hasn't had the oppurtunity to acquire.
If Alan is just starting off from some set backs then we can expect his times to continue to drop every few weeks and i don't see why he can't be looking to run 1:45 when june/july hits. so maybe like 3:33 1500, which quite frankly should be within a second of any other american and therefore will at least put him in the hunt to make the olympics.
Given that he's in bad shape right now, what Vig is having Alan do is the best possible strategy. For most of his career most races have been time trials/running behind rabbits. Right now he is slow which means it is really easy for him to find serious competition where he has to fight to try to win. So it makes perfect sense to race him as much as possible indoors while any decent D1 runner can compete with him. He could emerge from this indoor season with more real racing experience than he's had in his life. I'd love to see him start doing some 8/15 doubles the next month or so cuz another thing he hasn't done since high school is have to deal with multiple races in a weekend which he needs to excel at for championships. We just gotta wait to see if Vig understands him enough to get him at least into 1:45/3:33 shape.
Didn't Peter Snell start the season off with like a 4:16 mile in 1962, the year he set the 800 (the one Nick Willis has given up on), 1000, and mile world records? Maybe we should wait until the end of the season before writing Webb off.
Fred Savage wrote:
Two freshmen on my college team just ran 1:51...
Camden College?
kids1500 wrote:
that is his new indoor PR. previously it was 1:55.
Yes to the first; it is an indoor PR.
No to the second. His previous PR was 1:52.06 from 2009 according to his IAAF bio.
Not a particularly big deal, but still, when was the last time Webb could step off the track and say, "Hey, I just PRd"?
I need to know his testicular pendulum rate before I even think about his arm, hand, or foot speed. That's the benchmark he needs to be worrying about right now.
Wasn't it a year ago that Webb ran a 4:00 indoor mile and stormed off the track not to be seen again for the rest of 2011. He can't do it this year. This is his final chance to do something at the Olympics, that is of course if he makes the team.
No, he went on to run a 3:37 in April, right behind Kiprop and in front of Willis. Then he disappeared.
Mr.To wrote:
Wasn't it a year ago that Webb ran a 4:00 indoor mile and stormed off the track not to be seen again for the rest of 2011.
If by not seen again...you mean ran at least 5 track races, than yes....he went 3:37.82, and 7:51.85i last year as his two best races.
It's interesting to see how Webb has progressed over the years. He seems to always have a few really really good years in a row and then goes completely off the map for a few. Looks like he is starting an upswing. I think he's going to have a very solid 2012 and maybe an even better 2013.
In the past, one of the biggest concerns about Webb was he would peak too early and then crash before the big championships. Clearly, that does not appear to be a possibility so far this season...
Quite possible Webb can pull out some great races in the future but my gut tells me he won't make the Olympic squad. I would be happy to be wrong about this.
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CATCHING UP WITH JIM SPIVEY: LEGENDARY MILER LEAVES MARK ON TENNESSEE
by Dave Milner | published 11.15.06
I am riding shotgun in Jim Spivey’s car, a white Volkswagen Passat in whose back window one of this three son’s has fingered the message ‘Clean Me.’ The rear seat is chock-full of Asics uniforms bound for local high school cross-country runners. Attached to the rear view mirror is a stopwatch. Spivey uses it to take splits. Not his running splits, or anyone else’s for that matter. He uses it to note his driving splits.
This is a man who is, by all accounts, obsessed with times, positions, and statistics; a man so meticuluous in nature that he is rumored to time himself mowing the lawn. Ask him how long it takes to drive from, say, Nashville to Chattanooga, and, rather than give you a guesstimate, Jim will give you his PR to the minute, and if you exhibit enough interest, you might get his intermediate splits at the Murfreesboro and Monteagle exits too! For almost a quarter-century, Spivey kept detailed training logs with splits to the tenth of a second. Pick a day - any day - between 1977 and 2000 and Jim can tell you where, how far, and how fast he ran, who accompanied him, and what the weather was like that day. But it is this attention to detail, this meticulousness, this obsession with time that contributed to such a lengthy and successful world class running career.
Pop quiz time. Who was the last American male distance runner - at 1500 meters and up - to medal on the track at a major outdoor championship? Yep. That’s right, the gray-haired fella in the ballcap here; the one holding the stopwatch; the one that, until a few months ago, lived right here in Tennessee for the last four and a half years. And many of you didn’t even realize that you had a miling legend on your doorstep.
Jim Spivey is, by any objective measure, one of the best middle distance runners that the United States has ever produced. After running for Indiana University, where he was twice an NCAA champion, notched a staggering thirteen Big Ten conference titles, and was inducted into the school’s athletic Hall of Fame, Jim went on to qualify for three Olympic Games. Twice at 1500 meters, a distance at which he placed 5th in 1984 and 8th in 1992, and then at 5000 meters in 1996, when he advanced to the semi-finals.
In World Championship competition, he won the bronze medal in 1987 and was fifth in 1993. He has run 3:31.01 for 1500 meters - the third fastest all-time by an American, 3:49.80 for the Mile - good for 6th on the all-time list, and he still holds the U.S. record at 2000 meters.
Until recently moving back to his hometown of Chicago, Jim lived in Brentwood, just south of Nashville, from 2001 until this fall, and until December 2005, was the head cross-country and assistant track coach at Vanderbilt University. He is now working for Asics, the shoe company with whom he has had a long-standing relationship as an athlete, a coach, and now as a corporate employee.
When I began working on this story, Jim and his wife, Cindy had just sold their house to one of the athletes he coaches in the Jim Spivey Running Club, a program he started in 1990. In September, Jim returned to the western suburbs of Chicago, where it all began. But he has left his mark on Tennessee, as the Nashville branch of JSRC runs on and high school sensation, Kathy Kroeger. whom Jim has coached since March continues to rewrite the record books.
James Calvin Spivey was born on March 7, 1960 in Schiller Park, Illinois, a western suburb of Chicago. When he was fourteen, he enrolled at Fenton High School in Bensenville, right next to O’Hare aiport. But the teenager didn’t run until his sophomore year, and even then, it was with some degree of coersion. “As a freshman I played basketball,” he says, “and in the first day of gym class, the coach, John Kurtz, had us run a mile. I ran 6 minutes and 48 seconds. The coach asked me if I’d sign up for the cross-country team and I said ‘No, I play basketball,’ and he proceeded to give me a ‘B’ in gym class for running.” Jim knew he’d done well and hadn’t given the teacher any trouble. He confronted Kurtz, who still coaches at Fenton to this day, about it many years later and he flatly told him, “Jim, you probably deserved a B.” Jim, still appearing a little ruffled that his stats were messed with cracks a half-smile now, saying “He refused to admit that he’d docked my grade because I didn’t try out for the team.” As a sophomore, the following year, Jim’s class was asked to run the mile again the first day of gym class. This time, Jim ran over a minute quicker, clocking 5:45. Once again, Coach Kurtz asked Jim about joining the team. Remembering the docked grade, Jim said ‘Sure, I’ll give it a try’.
Jim takes up the story: “That was on a Tuesday. I got my physical that night, ran 2 miles Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday, and then on Saturday ran a 19:05 for 3 miles in my first cross-country meet, in Keds. The following Saturday, I ran 17:27, and the following Tuesday, I ran 16:48. By the end of the season, I ran 15:41, which was the fastest a sophomore had ever run in Illinois.” Spivey carried that momentum, and obvious talent, into the following season and in the spring clocked 9:21 for 2 miles making it to the state meet.
Too short and too skinny for basketball, the pencil-thin Spivey had found his calling, it seemed, as a distance runner. He quickly realized that there was a direct correlation between the quality of training done and subsequent performance in competition.
So in the summer of ‘76, preparing for his junior year of cross-country, young Spivey upped the ante. “Between June 1 and August 31, I ran 1000 miles that summer.” Why 1000 miles? York High School was 3 miles up the road and the York runners, guided by legendary coach Joe Newton, ran 1000-mile summers. “Coach Kurtz said he would buy a long-sleeve ‘1000 mile club’ t-shirt to anyone who achieved this goal. I wore this shirt in almost every race under my uniform, even during the indoor season. I was proud of the work I’d put in that summer. The fact that it went a long way to hiding my 5’10”, 100-pound frame, might have been a factor too.” Jim, years later, went back and re-measured those courses in his car and discovered they were all about 20-25% off, so he really only ran between 750-800 miles. But, hey, he got a solid summer base in and he got the shirt.
Jim tried out for basketball again as a junior, but it just wasn’t the same. In basketball, he had to rely on someone else giving him the ball before he could perform. But with running, he saw the rewards for his own hard work, and he was reliant on no one but himself.
Initially, his parents were less than enthusiastic about their son’s running. “I remember going to buy my first pair of running shoes,” Spivey recalls. “They were Adidas Countrys. My mom really didn’t want to spend $35. She thought it was a lot of money and couldn’t see why we couldn’t just go to K-Mart and buy three pairs of Keds for at ten dollars a piece.” They started to take him more seriously when he finished second at the state meet, behind Tom Graves of Carl Sandberg High. The following spring, Jim clocked an eye-opening 9:00.5 for 2 miles in finishing second at the state meet, behind Graves again.
In his senior year, after finishing second again in the state cross-country meet, Jim and Coach Kurtz switched focus, from the 2-mile, to the 880 and mile. Jim’s splits at the previous fall’s state cross-country meet were 4:38, 4:38, and 4:44, while his nemesis, Graves, went 4:38, 4:28 (9:06 for 2 miles), and 4:50. Graves had essentially dropped Spivey with a mid-race surge and coasted in to win. Still, Spivey had clocked 14:00 over the famed Detweiller Park course in Peoria, tying future National Cross-Country champion Jorge Torres for 4th on the all-time list. Only Graves, Lincoln Park’s Dave Walters and Lebanon’s Craig Virgin (with the course record at 13:50.6), who went on to win the World Cross-Country Championships, have ever ran faster there. “I was strong, but I had been dropped by Tom halfway through that race, and figured I needed to work on my speed,” Jim recalls. And so began Jim’s love affair with the mile.
The emphasis on the shorter stuff sat well with Jim, whose rail-thin frame belied a wealth of fast twitch muscle fibers. He ran 1:57 indoors on what is essentially a square track, and knew he could run a lot faster outdoors. He developed great leg speed to match his strength. At his conference meet that spring, he won the 400 in 49.8 and, just eight minutes later, clocked 4:13.5 to win the mile. At the state meet, Graves won the 1 mile and 2 mile races, but Jim won the 880 yards, in an impressive 1:50.20 - a school record that still stands. The following week at the Keebler Invitational he ran the mile and won in 4:06.2 mile - another still-standing Fenton record, and the second fastest mile by a prep runner in 1978.
Not surprisingly, a runner with Jim’s ability and range was heavily recruited, but Spivey quickly drew up a very short list of schools at which he thought his running could be taken to the next level, and “had it down to five schools,” he remembers.
He visited Oregon, who, at the time, had Rudy Chapa and Alberto Salazar. On his visit to Eugene in the fall of his senior year, Coach Bill Dellinger explained the Ducks’ training philosophy, pulled out some charts, pointed to a number and said that’s what he thought I could run for 5000 meters. But Jim wasn’t sure he wanted to be a 5000-meter runner.
Dellinger asked Jim how many miles a week he ran. “I have no idea,” he responded. Dellinger pulled out a sheet of paper and jotted down more numbers while Jim went through a typical training week. Dellinger figured Jim was running about 39 miles a week, on average. “If you get that up to 55, you’ll beat Tom Graves, [who went on to attend Auburn]” he said. But Jim, who loved to race, looked at the Ducks’ schedule and noted that they raced very sparingly. “If you were healthy, you’d race maybe nine times a year,” he said. “I needed to race more than that.” Spivey would not be a Duck.
“Eventually,” Spivey recalls, “it came down to two schools: Wisconsin and Indiana.” Both had good cross-country programs, but Indiana had a far better track program, and coming from a high school program that was strong in the fall, but weak in the spring, Jim wanted to go to a program that was good all year long. He seemed to click right away with Hoosier coach Sam Bell and signed with IU.
He arrived in Bloomington in the fall of ’78 and made the transition from high top school runner to top college runner with little difficulty. He managed to stay injury-free despite hiking his average weekly volume from 40 miles to 80-90 miles. In February, 1980, his sophomore year, he traveled to Louisville, KY and became America’s 100th sub-4 minute miler.
That sub-4 came a week after coming agonizingly close to the barrier in Bloomington, clocking 4:00.03 to hold off Steve Lacy. “Coach Bell told me on Monday that I would be running in Louisville, against the great John Walker. He was my hero as a high schooler, running in the all-black uniform, long hair, and beads around his neck to win the ‘76 Olympic 1500m.” Walker was also World record holder for the mile until just the year before. The Flying Kiwi and Irishman Ray Flynn (who still lives near his alma mater, ETSU) went out hard, and pulled away from the Hoosier with a quarter-mile to go. Spivey closed on the last lap, to draw level with Flynn, but they gave the nod to the Irishman. Both clocked 3:58.9, while Walker won in 3:57.0. Spivey had become America’s 100th sub-4 minute miler.
At IU, Jim was twice an NCAA Champion, winning the 1 mile indoors (‘81) and 1500m outdoors in ‘82. He even earned all-American status at cross-country, finishing 20th in 1981, and finally got revenge over a certain Tom Graves from Auburn (right). Jim won a staggering 13 Big Ten titles. And in 1982, based on his outdoor NCAA title and five conference titles that year, he was voted Big Ten athlete of the year, beating out Michigan football player, Butch Wollfolk (who would go on to play for the New York Giants) by a single vote, 33-32.At the U.S. outdoor championships, Jim finished 4th in the 1500 in ‘81 and ‘82.
Spivey graduated in May 1983 with a business degree. While at IU he and Coach Bell chiseled down his PRs to 1:46.5 (800m), 3:37.25 (1500m), 3:55.55 (1 mile), and 13:33 (5000m). A few months after collecting his diploma, he was on his way to Finland, having been named on the U.S. team for the World Championships in Helsinki at 5000 meters, after finishing second at the U.S. Champs, just behind Doug Padilla. It was Jim’s first major international championships, and was out of his depth over 12½ laps at this level, finishing 9th in his semi-final heat and did not advance to the final won by Ireland’s Eammon Coghlan, but he did run impressively in Oslo a month earlier to finish second (to Steve Scott) in the Dream Mile.
That year he also moved to Indianapolis to work for the Indiana Pacers, where, for two years he sold magazine and radio ads, and then worked for Network Indiana, selling more radio ads, before deciding to concentrate full-time on running in 1985.
But before that, in 1984, Spivey, just 24, won the 1500 at the U.S Championships, which incorporated the Olympic Trials, beating pre-meet favorite Steve Scott, with a blistering 53.3 last lap. It was his first senior national title. And a 2:52.2 1200-meter time trial three weeks before the L.A. Olympics indicated Jim was peaking just right. He made the 1500-meter final and kicked his way to an impressive 5th, but well behind Brits Sebastian Coe, who retained his Olympic title, and Steve Cram, who got silver. Jim’s 5th place marked the first time an American runner had placed in the top 5 in the Olympic 1500-meter final since Jim Ryun’s silver-medal run in 1968.
With hindsight, he thinks he was fortunate to have made the final. “From January of ‘84 to the L.A. games, I averaged just 41 miles per week,” he recalls. “To go into the games, run a heat, a semi, and then expect to make the final and try to medal, off that kind of mileage, was pretty naïve. I was really tired by the time the final came around. But I was too dumb to know any better.”
That fall, he and Cindy Moyer, who met while undergrads at IU, married. Cindy would teach French at high school while Jim began thinking that being a full-time athlete was probably the route he needed to go if he was to catch up with the Brits.
In 1985, he was crowned U.S 1500m champion again, and but was not ranked in the world’s top 10 by Track & Field News. He was holding his own, and doing okay financially, but was still a good way from earning a medal on the world stage.
But just six years after cracking 4 minutes for the mile, the following year, 1986, saw Jim take his running to a new level. Steve Scott, the U.S. record holder at the mile, won the U.S. 1500m championships in Eugene, but when Jim went over to Europe for his summer track campaign, he set his sights on breaching another huge barrier.
Held in Oslo, Norway, The Dream Mile, the blue ribbon event of the prestigious Bislett Games track meet, was, twenty years ago, and arguably still is, the highlight of the European season for any world class miler. The world record had twice been set there, including the previous year’s 3:46.32 clocking by Britain’s Steve Cram. A 1:48.1 time trial over two laps two weeks earlier suggested Jim was ready to do something special. Oslo’s Bislett Stadium has a mystique about it. It’s like the European Hayward Field. It has increased in size now, but back then the stadium only held 18,000 people, the track only had six lanes, and the stands were within a foot of the outside lane. A spectator could easily reach out and touch a runner running in lane six.
“It feels like the crowd is right on top of you,” Jim says. A 4-feet wall separates them from the runners. Metal billboards hang on the front of these walls, colored with advertisers’ logos and products. Children lean over the walls and use their hands to bang out a metronomic rhythm as the runners go by. Parents, behind, them play back-up percussion, clapping at a steady rate. “It is so loud,” Spivey recalls, “that you cannot hear yourself think or breathe when you race.”
The race starts late, at 11:15pm, to accommodate live TV viewers in the U.S. The runners mill about on the home stretch near the start line. Finally, they are called to the line, and silence briefly falls on the rabid Norwegian track fans, until they, and the runners, are released with the crack of the starters pistol.
Spivey remembers the race very vividly. “My game plan consisted of starting fast, so as not to get left in the heavy traffic at the rear of the pack.” With a swift opening half-lap, Spivey moved into fifth position, out of trouble. “Coming up on the first lap, the rabbit pulled us through a 55-second opening 400. Down the backstretch we flew, the crowd urging us on by increasing their clapping rate as we went by. We came through the 800-meter mark in 1:54, close to world record pace.” At that point, Britain’s Steve Cram made his bid for victory, pushing on ahead and gapping the pack.
“I could hear the crowd’s claps begin to diminish as I went by, because I was still in fifth place. The claps were following the leader, not me. I knew I had to move up, not only to close the gap on Steve, but also to stay in the applause vacuum.” The visualization of effortlessness running in this space gave Jim the motivation to move up. “I moved into 2nd with 700 meters to go. Again, down the back stretch we flew. Glancing to my right, the crowd whizzed by, faces a blur. Truly, it felt like flying. No pain, just effortless running.”
Around the turn and into the next straightaway, the gun sounded, indicating the final circuit was about to be completed. Jim’s three-quarters split was 2:53.2, his fastest ever in a race. Through the curve the crowd roared with approval. “On the back stretch, I felt myself closing in on Cram, and the adrenaline began to rise. ‘I can win this race!’ I thought to myself, and then cautioned myself: Don’t get too excited. You need to maintain form and relax!’”
With 200 meters to go, Jim felt someone nearby on his inside. Steve Scott went by. “I put my head down and tried to go with Scottie, but he continued in his mad pursuit of Cram.” The Brit was fading from his long drive for victory. “A hundred meters to go, and my body was losing oxygen rapidly. I looked up the straight. I could hear nothing but the crowd. I was becoming disoriented, and had tunnel vision. Only my lane, lane two, and the two lanes on either side, were clear; everything else was a blur. I kept telling myself, ‘Hold the form!’ ‘Keep your feet straight.’ The finish line is quickly approaching... oh come on, come on! Finally, a quick lean and it was over.”
He walked a few strides past the finish line, with fifty or sixty kids jumping all over him to get his autograph. Slowly, his senses began to normalize, but his mind and legs were still swimming in lactic acid. “It really hurt,” he remembers. “It must have been under 3:50, because this is how it should feel,” he figured. But did he? Did he break 3:50 for the mile? His PR was 3:50.59. He was having problems signing my name, his brain still lacking oxygen. “I signed each one, very slowly. I’m sure the kids must have thought I was never taught how to write.”
Jim found his sweats and jogged off to cool down alone. About a half-mile later he came to a halt. “I went down to one knee, tears streaming down my face. I looked at my watch. 12:30am. The practice track was almost deserted. I asked, “Lord, what did I do to receive such wonderful talents?” The tears fell heavier now. I thanked Him many times.” Jim knew he had run the race of my life, but the question resurfaced in his clearing mind: What was the time? Jim picked himself back up, smiling now, and finished his jog.
Back at the hotel, the results were posted. He quickly scanned down to third place. He saw the first two digits – a three and then, after the colon, a four. He didn’t need to know the next number. He had run under 3:50! He looked skyward, said a ‘thank you’ and then looked at the results a second time. His time was 3:49.80. He had sliced three quarters of a second off his PR, and had become the 13th man in history under 3:50, and the 3rd fastest American of all-time. “Even today,” he says, “I can remember that feeling of kneeling on the warm-up track at Bislett, and my eyes get moist.”
Jim wrapped up that ‘86 campaign with a 3:52 mile in Rome in September. 1986 was a good year. Track & Field News ranked him 9th that year, one spot ahead of his teenage idol, John Walker. Scott ranked third.
After the 1986 season, Jim made some big changes. He switched coaches, from Sam Bell to two-time Olympian Mike Durkin, changed agents and began working with a new agent, the late Kim McDonald. He and Cindy also moved house, to Glen Ellyn. All these changes occurred within an 8-week period. That kind of upheaval will often see a tightly-wound elite athlete come apart at the seams, but these changes would yield a year that would unfold to be even better than the stellar ’86 campaign.
Durkin, who made the Olympic team at 1500 meters in 1976 and 1980, began writing Jim’s daily training in March, and Ken Popejoy, a former Michigan State stand-out who was aiming to be the first master to run a mile in under 4 minutes, became Jim’s training partner. One of the biggest changes was an increase in mileage and greater emphasis placed on aerobic development.
Under Coach Bell, Jim had relied far more heavily on his speed and, remarkably, Jim had never run over sixty minutes before, in his life. Durkin wanted him to run ninety. “I didn’t like it,” Jim recalls. “The first time I tried to run 90 minutes, I got to 60 and couldn’t believe that I would have to keep on running for another 30 minutes.”
He got used to it, though, and having Ken run with him, relating stories of when he was ranked ninth in the U.S at the mile, of when he roomed with Prefontaine, and of his adventures at Michigan State, helped Jim get through those long runs on the Illinois Prairie Path in the cold Chicago winter. “It certainly helped having a rabbit and training partner,” Jim recalls, “and also made me better at being on time!”
The track workouts were different too. Under Bell, many of Jim’s workouts were flat out, faster than race pace, but under Durkin everything was slowed down and more controlled, and more volume was added, sometimes totaling seven miles of hard running. Durkin’s training philosophy borrowed from that of legendary Hungarian coach Mihaily Igloi, and was more about levels of perceived exertion than hitting concrete goal times. And in the middle of winter in Chicago, where Mother Nature often didn’t facilitate fast clockings, that was a good thing. It was more about running fresh, good, and hard paces – terms with which Spivey’s coaching protégés would become very familiar a few years down the road. Jim wouldn’t run for a specific time until the last two months of the season. If, in March, he was supposed to run 800s fresh and hit 2:16, it was okay. If the weather was better, and he felt good and hit 2:10s, that was fine too. Each workout was a block in a long building process, each week building on the previous one, with a view to peaking in August. And peak in August he did.
A steady diet of 70-mile weeks in the first half of ‘87 saw Jim stronger than ever, and a 38.9 closing 300 to win the U.S Championships 1500 over Scott in June in San Jose indicated he wasn’t lacking in the speed department either. At the Pan-Am games he won a silver medal in the 1500 meters, being beaten only by Brazilian Joaquim Cruz, the reigning Olympic 800-meter champ.
In Rome, the heats were on Thursday, the semi-finals were on Friday, and the final was on Sunday. Three races in four days. In L.A, three years previously, Jim had felt shattered by the time he lined up for the final, but as the 12 finalists lined up for the final on Sunday in Rome’s Olympic Stadium, Spivey was a much stronger and much savvier runner. He had done as little as was necessary in the first round heat, and then placed 2nd, right behind East German, Jens-Peter Herold in the semi.
“Mike had said to be with the leaders with 300 to go, no matter what,” Jim recalls. From 500 to go to 300, the leading trio of Cram, Somalia’s Abdi Bile and Jose-Luis Gonzalez were a half-second up. Spivey was in 4th with Kenya’s Joseph Chesire in tow. Jim (right, beside #1080 Scott) covered those 200 meters in a sizzling 25.3 to get into medal contention, and yet he lost ground on Bile, who ran 24.9! Bile was in a class by himself that day and pulled away for the gold with ease. The Spaniard ran strongly to get the silver, while Spivey’s big kick around the last turn saw him catch a fast-fading Cram with 80 meters to go to move into 3rd place and claim the bronze medal. It would be the last time a U.S. male distance runner would medal at a major championships until Meb’s silver medal in the marathon in 2004.
Shortly after the 1500-meter final in Rome, Jim flew to Switzerland to take a stab at Sydney Maree’s American record at 2000 meters. It’s a rarely contested distance, but the record was far from soft. Maree’s 4:54.20 mark was set two years before. On a balmy evening in Lausanne, Steve Scott towed Spivey and Bile through the 1 mile marker in a speedy 3:54.2. Bile swept into the lead, but failed to shake Jim and he outkicked the World Champ to win in 4:52.44, hacking almost two seconds off Maree’s mark to set an American record that stands to this day. Another great ending to a great year.
If he could have had his time over again, Jim says he would’ve switched coaches sooner, maybe right after the L.A Olympics. “At age 25, you need someone watching you. At age 31, either you do it or you go home.” And he should have changed agents earlier, he concedes. “In ’85 Kim [McDonald] approached me about being my agent, and I said ‘no, I’m with Pete Peterson’ (of Nike). But a year later, when I approached him, he said ‘let me think about it.’” In the span of a year, McDonald had gone from being a rookie, scraping together a living while working out of a tiny room above the Sweat Shop, a specialist running store in southwest London, to being arguably the top track agent in the world. “Knowing what I knew later in life, about how he did business, I should have switched right away because, under him, my income tripled.”
1988 rolled around and the 3:49 miler, World Championship medalist, and U.S record holder over five laps, was licking his chops at the prospect of getting an Olympic medal in Seoul. Winter training under Durkin had gone well, and Jim, stronger than ever, looked like a good bet to climb the medal rostrum in Seoul.
Just a week after nailing one of his best ever workouts in April - 9 x 800 meters in 2:02-2:07-Jim noticed a sharp, localized pain in his shin. He was diagnosed with a stress fracture in his left fibula. It would be the only stress fracture he would get in his life, but the timing could hardly have been worse. Just as he was about to start adding speedwork to a fantastic aerobic base, he was sidelined.
Jim was told to train 4 weeks in the pool; unable to run until May 27. That left just six weeks of running until the trials. The first week, he was so despondent, that he didn’t go to the pool at all. The next week he went every other day. The third week he went twice a day, trying to play catch-up, fighting a losing battle against the calendar. “I should have been in the pool from Day one,” he admits, “but I was discouraged and, looking back, depressed.”
When Jim was finally able to start running, he felt like all the fitness he had attained over the winter and early Spring had just evaporated. “I came back out and couldn’t break 37 seconds for 200 meters.” Worse still: after 3 or 4 days of running that same lower leg started bothering him again. “I remember limping back from a run literally close to tears and sitting on the stairs up to my front porch. I took off my shoes and looked at my left shoe and realized the air pocket had blown out at the side. It was a defective shoe, and I wondered how long had it been like that. That’s how I got hurt.” Jim was discouraged, but at least he had an answer. He got out some new shoes and set about what he knew would be an uphill battle against time to even get to Seoul, let alone medal.
Figuring the aerobic miles were still in the bank, Durkin had him do a series of hard 600 meters time trials to assess his charge’s anaerobic shape. Five weeks before the trial, Jim ran a pedestrian 1:42. It felt flat out! He went home exhausted, telling Cindy “it’s never gonna happen.” Five days later, he clocked a 1:31, and another five days later he coasted to a 1:25, feeling great, like his old self."
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Like Spivey Centos now has a world championship medal. If took nearly a quarter century for the next American 1500 meter runner to get a medal. What Centos did last year was amazing considering his PRs are no where near as good as either Spivey's or Webbs.
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