Many thanks to Bernie, Justin and, of course, Coach Falk for their vivid remembrances of Matt’s exploits on the track. Matt arrived in Carlisle as I was on the cusp of concluding my time there. But from the off, his fierce competitive spirit was irrepressible. A decade and a half later, I am very glad to have been his teammate, rather than an opponent. What follows is my best attempt to do justice to the legacy he will always hold in my memory.
I first “met” Matt Liebal the summer before he was to become my teammate at Dickinson. A full two months before I ever laid eyes on him. While archaeology-ing and running with Callie Bradley ‘04 in Scotland, I received a crash course in the outsized personality who headlined the incoming recruiting class. While I had met confident new blood before, Matt exceeded them all, as he was wont to proclaim.
Even across an ocean, I was affected by the gauntlets he threw down over the Internet, regarding his current training and fitness, not to mention the re-writing of records he had planned. And when pre-season camp opened, Matt proceeded to walk the talk, as only he could. With the benefit of hindsight, I am profoundly grateful that Matt was so unabashedly passionate and brash about his running. Having struggled mightily to replicate the form I developed while flying under the radar in my first year at Dickinson, Matt’s arrival demanded that I take up the challenge of being a better trainer. A better competitor. And as a team captain, a better leader.
It is surely no coincidence that Matt’s ceaselessly demanding more of himself begat us all demanding more of ourselves. For the successes of my final seasons as a competitor that followed, I could never have thanked Matt enough. Further, in the nine brief months we shared as teammates, Matt ultimately—and in no small way—made certain that I would become the coach I am today. So I take heart in knowing that Matt’s legacy might live on through the athletes I train; regardless of whether he or I planned it that way during the many hours spent riding in vans, pounding the pavement and ice bath-ing ourselves into shock, all those years ago. To say that I will never meet another soul like Matt may be hyperbole; but I know that is exactly how he would want me to remember him.
~Todd Derkacz ‘04
p.s. - My deepest sympathies on the loss of such a good friend, Colin. Even as a teammate, it was not always easy for me to appreciate Matt’s friendship, due to his larger-than-life confidence. But if there was one thing that could rival his tenacity as a competitor, it was his sincerity as a friend. I believe it may have been during fall pause of ‘03, we were out to dinner as a team. While we waited for the check, Matt pleaded with me to steal my novelty pint glass for him. Having been old enough to buy and drink the beer myself, I rather begrudgingly obliged. But it sure as hell made his day that I did. And so in the end, my regret is not having stolen the glass, but having never bought him a beer. In the next life, the first round is on me.