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V 8 N. 52 Some Kids are Really Showing the Veterans a New Twist on the Sport

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Youth is having its day.   Mondo  Duplantis in the polevault is setting the world on its ear with his elite jumping.  Now the Ingebrigtsen family out of Norway is destroying the age group records in miling.  Three boys in this family, two of whom went 1-2 in the 5000 meters at the European Championships this summer.  The Kenyans and Ethiopians have also supplied some very young fellows to the world scene.  Sydney McLaughlin has been showing the way in the 400IH on the world scene as well.   There is another youngster in Sant Rosa, CA who is currently lighting up the miling records for the very young age groups.  Daniel Skandera seems well on his way, but he is going to have to make some incredible jumps once here reaches the tender age of 16.  Not many can make the leap going from a very young age and staying with the sport until they mature enough to compete at the international level.  So many other factors can come into play with  a ten year old who seems to be well ahead of the curve.  We'll have to wait and see.

Ten year old Daniel Skandera continues to take his miling times to new levels.
July 24th at the 2018 Summer Track Series at Cardinal Newman Daniel again lowered his world record down to 4:46.6.
Thats equal to a 4:45.18 for those more familiar with the 1600m.
He had already become the youngest runner to ever break the five minute barrier and his newest mark was even faster than any 11 year old has ever done to claim that record as well.

Older brother Abraham didn’t compete in the race possiblly because he’s getting ready to start School at Massachusetts Institute of Technology (MIT).


1 MILE
5 years 6:33.3 Daniel Skandera USA 2 Nov 07 Santa Rosa CA 23 Jul 13
 6 years 5:44.5   Daniel Skandera            USA  2 Nov 07 Santa Rosa CA               5 Aug 14
 7 years 5:20.3   Daniel Skandera            USA  2 Nov 07 Santa Rosa CA               9 Jun 15
 8 years 5:12.1   Daniel Skandera            USA  2 Nov 07 Santa Rosa CA               9 Aug 16
 9 years 5:02.5   Daniel Skandera            USA  2 Nov 07 Santa Rosa CA              27 Jun 17
10 years 4:46.6 Daniel Skandera USA 2 Nov 07 Santa Rosa CA 24 Jul 18
11 years 4:46.6   Daniel Skandera            USA  2 Nov 07 Santa Rosa CA              24 Jul 18
12 years 4:36.80  Jeremy Kain                USA 18 Aug 04 Los Gatos CA               13 Jul 17
13 years 4:29.0   Andrew Barnett             GBR 22 Jun 55 London                      1 Jun 69
14 years 4:19.73  Ryan Silva                 USA 27 Jun 95 Portland OR                12 Jun 10
15 years 4:08.8   Jim Arriola                USA 10 Jun 58 Long Beach CA               1 Jun 74
16 years 3:56.29  Jakob Ingebrigtsen         NOR 19 Sep 00 Oslo                       15 Jun 17
17 years 3:52.28  Jakob Ingebrigtsen         NOR 19 Sep 00 Eugene OR                  26 May 18
18 years 3:52.28  Jakob Ingebrigtsen         NOR 19 Sep 00 Eugene OR                  26 May 18
19 years 3:51.3   Jim Ryun                   USA 29 Apr 47 Berkeley CA                17 Jul 66
The following article appeared in The Guardian (UK) recently




  • Brilliant Norwe








Jakob Ingebrigtsen (right) celebrates with his older brother Henrik , who finishes second in the men’s 5,000m final.


 Jakob Ingebrigtsen (right) celebrates with his older brother Henrik, who finishes second in the men’s 5,000m final. Photograph: Felipe Trueba/EPA


The 17-year-old Jakob Ingebrigtsen made history for the second night in a row to claim a European 5000m gold – less than 24 hours after he had become the youngest athlete to ever win the 1500m title.






Once again the extraordinary Norwegian led from the front before powering away from his older brother Henrik to win in a European under-20 record of 13:17.06. 

“It’s a little crazy to get this medal,” he admitted, having become the first man to ever win both titles in the same event. “I’m 17 years old, and already have two European titles at senior level. It is huge.” Such was Jakob’s confidence, he even tried to high-five his brother during the race. As the 27-year-old Henrik joked afterwards: “I was there when he was born, but I’m not sure he is 17 though because he is crazy good.”

The Frenchman Morhad Amdouni, who took bronze, was even more effusive: “Jakob is unbeatable at the moment. He was so much stronger than me.”


With such talent in the family – a third brother, Filip, pulled out of the final through injury – it’s perhaps surprising that the Ingebrigtsen parents have no background in athletics. Instead they were fisherman and famers, who got their sons involved in athletics by chance.




Jakob Ingebrigtsen laps up the crowd’s applause as he comes down the home straight.


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 Jakob Ingebrigtsen laps up the crowd’s applause as he comes down the home straight. Photograph: Andy Astfalck/Getty Images



Something is clearly working, for Filip and Henrik were already European champions before Jakob turned up. The youngest Ingebrigsten already runs 85 miles a week and last year he became the youngest person to run the mile in under four minutes, aged 16. But with every performance he gives the impression that his talent is endless.

“Winning a second title in two days is the result of having done this my whole life,” explained Jakob. “Unfortunately, my other brother couldn’t be here today because he broke a rib, and this is completely out of his control. Believe me, we started preparing for the 5k final, as soon as we crossed the line on the 1500m last night.”
And the warning for the rest of the world is that there is another member of the clan too. Explained Henrik: “Right now, Jakob has two medals, and Filip and I have one each. We’re definitely coming back to improve the stats in our family. There are no limits for us, and we have another brother who is turning five years old, and soon can join the Ingebrigtsen team.”



                       

V 8 N. 54 Interval Training in Hanoi with John Fer AFA All American and Cellmate of John McCain in Hanoi

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Interval Training in Hanoi     Please clik on this link to see the May 23, 2015 posting
discussing Jon Fer  a former All American who was imprisoned in Hanoi during the Viet Nam
War.   Tonight and tomorrow morning (August 29, 2018)  John Dickerson (CBS News) will be interviewing John Fer who will be one of John McCain's pallbearers.   Fer and McCain shared a cell for two years at Hanoi Hilton.     In our posting you will have to scroll down a bit to see the article referenced and then another article sent by Richard Mach describing running against the AF Academy in Colorado Springs when Richard was at Western Michigan.  I also had the pleasure of seen Fer run when the AFA ran a dual or triangular meet on the U. of Oklahoma campus.  Unfortunatley my photos of that event are long gone.   I believe the may also be a clip of John running at Eugene, Oregon when the NCAA track meet was there in the early sixties. I will find that at post here at a later date.

George Brose

V8 N. 56 Diane Leather, R.I.P. First Sub 5 Minute Women's Miler

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Our hats are off to an unsung heroine , Diane Leather.
Diane Leather (Charles) 1933-2018
On May 29, 1954 only 23 days after Roger Bannister first broke the 4 minute mile, another British citizen became  the first woman to break the 5 minute mile.  Diane Leather a 21 year old analytical chemist at the University of Birmingham broke the 5 minute barrier in the Midlands Championships.  Of note, she was not paced in her race like Bannister was by Chataway and Brasher.  She did this on her own and also after she had run an 880 earlier in the afternoon.  So she was doubling back when she broke not a world record, because the IAAF did not recognize world records for women beyond 800 meters in those days.  

Diane's coach was Dorette Nelson Neal who drilled her in 5 days a week hard intervals from 150 yards to 400.  So her achievement was one of hard work not just natural ability.  Her home club was the Birchfield Harriers.   

For the next year she worked on improving her personal best and brought the standard down to 4:45.  Her best time in the 800m where she twice won silver in the 1954 and 1958 European Chanpionships was 2:06.6.  By 1960 when the 800m was an event at the Rome Olympics, Diane was well past her prime and was eliminated in the heats in 2:14.  She went on to become a social worker in her homeland.

Because women's track and field was not recognized by many, Diane was never suitably honored or given credit for her achievement in the sport.  Even now her name is scarely recognized and her work was never recognized in honors such as Sir Roger was given.   Our collective hats are tipped to Diane Leathers and followed by three  hearty 'huzzahs' .

The film clip below is of Diane, a few weeks after her sub 5,  unsuccessfully  attempting to bring down the record further but only having an off day at 5:02 again pretty much on her own.


Almost a 5 Minute Mile

V 8 N. 57 March 1968 # 1

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MARCH 1968 (#1)

This is a landmark issue because it is the first of new two issues a month format. It's pages chronicle the transition from indoor to outdoor seasons. The lead story is the AAU indoor championship held in Oakland where Martin McGrady sets the world record at 600 yards and Earl McCullouch ties the 60 hurdles mark set by Hayes Jones four years earlier.

A photo of the finish of the 600 graces the cover of this issue and rightly so as Cordner Nelson calls it “the greatest 600 ever run”. The field consists of Jim Kemp, Lee Evans, Ron Whitney and McGrady. Kemp went out hard and had the lead for 595 yards before McGrady edged him at the tape. These two and Evans were given the time of 1:09.2, later corrected to 1:09.2, 1:09.3 and 1:09.4, though the cover photo looks tighter than that. Yes, there have been faster 600s run, but they were on larger tracks. This was on the standard 11 laps to the mile track. No matter the track size, this distance belongs to McGrady, as proven by the fact that this is his 19th consecutive win at this distance.

McCullouch has the best start in the business. He shows it off in a semifinal of the 60 high hurdles where his 6.8 puts him in the record book. His 6.9 in the final is enough to dust Richmond Flowers, Willie Davenport and Leon Coleman and stretch his indoor victory streak to 15.

George Young outkicks world record holder Tracy Smith to take the three-mile in 13:17.6 to 13:18.2. Don't feel sorry for Tracy. The following week in the Maple Leaf Games in Toronto 13,000 spectators watch him power a 57.4 final quarter to clip a second from his record with a 13:15.2 clocking. Russia's Nikolai Sviridov and Van Nelson run 13:21.6 to take home parting gifts of European and collegiate records.

Dallas Long's high school record lasted nine years before Karl Salb broke it last summer. Salb's 69-6 wasn't as durable. Sam Walker of Carrollton, Texas has wasted no time this season in snatching it for himself. The measurement must have been a sort of bittersweet moment. Yes, he got the record, but his joy had to have been mixed with an “Oh, golly darn, gee whiz” response as well. His 69-11 ¾ was just this far (–) from 70 feet.

There is a story predicting the outcome of each event in June's NCAA meet., but nowhere is it explained who made these choices. Did Bert and Cordner Nelson knock this off over shots of Jack Daniels in the back room of the Water Trough? Or did they add Dick Drake, D.H. Potts, Jon Hendershot, and Joe Henderson to the mix? Fifty years have passed so likely we will never know.

The significance of these predictions lies in geography. In 1968 the West Coast is dominant, as measured by the top nine teams in these predictions: Southern California, UCLA, Texas El Paso, Washington State, Oregon State, San Jose State, Oregon, Brigham Young, California. Times have changed.

From Dick Drake's On Your Marks column.

How's this for a significant moment in history? Dick Fosbury's “flop technique” has caught the fancy of other jumpers and seems to be a “must try”. In a practice session before the AAU meet, Russia's 7-2 jumper, Valentin Gavrilov could do no better than 4-10 and was beaten by hurdler Larry Livers who cleared 5-0. The best-reported flop this winter has been by vaulter Jeff Chase who jumped 5-7. Must be an acquired taste......In the Times, They Are A Changing Department we bring you news of a world record in the mile, the 40 and over mile to be exact. Jim Gorrell clocks 4:43.1 to take down Browning Ross's 4:45.0. (As you read this, the current over 40-mile record is 3:54.91 by Bernard Lagat.)......Lee Evans has set his 440 goal this year at 44.3. That is a half second under teammate Tommy Smith's record. (Note: Depending on how you look at it, he did or he didn't. He didn't officially run that far that fast, but he did win Olympic gold at 400 meters, 7 feet 8 inches less 440 yards, in a world record 43.86. As MileSplit USA converts that time to 44.13 for yards, we'll give it to you, Lee.....Another benchmark in the transition the last half century has brought is this report on Clay Larsen, a 58-7 shot putter for Hayward State. He has shoulder length hair tied with a ribbon, “presumably to keep it out of his face while competing”. Dick Drake questions, “I wonder if there are another dozen athletic departments in the US that would permit this sort of freedom of choice?” Ed comment: If you don't put an end to this liberal nonsense now, who knows what will happen? Might even let girls compete. Okay, we're being silly here, but the line has to be drawn somewhere.  

from the desk of Roy Mason ed. 


V 8 N. 58 Coach Marc Arce's Continuing , Remarkable Recovery Since His Injury a Year Ago

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Back on the Bike Jan. 12, 2018
Almost 4 Months After His Accident





One year ago we reported on the serious injury suffered by the University of Findlay track and cross country coach Marc Arce.  We are happy to report that Marc has made a remarkable recovery considering the nature of his injuries.  

On September 16, 2017, Marc was cycling to a cross country meet from Findlay to  Tiffin, OH.  He left well ahead of the team to check in, look at the course and perform any pre-meet activities that coaches go through.  The trip was to be about 30 miles.   On the way Marc was overtaken by a pick up truck that passed too close to him. The sideview mirror on the truck struck Marc's head and threw him to the ground.  The result of the accident left Marc in the hospital for 5 1/2 weeks.  His accompanying injuries would fill an ER text book...facial and skull fractures, broken hip, multiple rib fractures, lacerated spleen, collapsed lung, heart attack, traumatic brain injury. He doesn't remember anything about the accident and the approximate four weeks following. 

When he came to, he found his wife Lisa at his bedside where she had been all his weeks of recovery and then his rehabilitation.  Marc candidly admits that he was not an easy patient to deal with.  As many people would be after such extensive injury, he was stubborn, argumentative, and just not an easy guy to deal with.  Marc was grappling with not only with the aftermath of a near-death experience, but also a loss of a job where he had spent the last 30+ years.  But Lisa hung in there with him, knowing full well this was not uncommon for the man she knew to be a dedicated, tireless coach and a former athlete and marathoner who was used to driving himself to the limit.  

This past Sunday, September 16, exactly one year after the accident, Marc pushed himself to the limit once again, participating in The Last Gasp, a Cape Cod bike event, trekking some 60 miles across the island.  It wasn’t easy, but Marc finished in under 5 hours - a testament to his never-quit spirit. Not only was he motivated by his own personal comeback, but more so by those, especially former athletes, who helped him raise over $1600 for a local charity as part of the event. The day ended with a standing ovation as Marc received the “Back in the Saddle” award at the post-ride gathering . It was quite overwhelming for him and Lisa to receive such support and compassion from total strangers. 
Marc Relaxing on the Ferry Back Home After His 60 Mile Ride

Marc and Lisa  had a combined total of 57 years of coaching service to University of Findlay.  Their coaching accomplishments included:


13 NCAA Div. II National Champions
224 NCAA Div. II All Americans
7 US Olympic Trials Qualifiers
2 National Runners Up Men's Track and Field Teams
8 NCAA Div. II Top Ten Track and Field Teams
241 GLIAC (conf.) Champions
127 USTFCCA Div. II All Academic Individuals
12 NAIA National Champions
213 NAIA All Americans
63 NAIA Scholar Athletes
7 NAIA Top Ten Track and Field Team Finishes


Bravo Marc.


Inspiring story!
David Rapp


Marc Arce is a real inspiratioinal Story, which made my day.  
John Bork Jr.


V8 N. 59 MARCH, 1968, #2

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MARCH , 1968 (#2)

In the three previous NCAA indoor championship meets, there have been no double winners. This year Jim Ryun and Bob Beaman turn the trick.

Beaman dominates the long jump, breaking Rainer Stenius' meet record on all five of his legal jumps en route to raising his own WR to 27-2¾. (more on Stenius below) Whereas the long jump was never in doubt, the triple jump was. After jumping 52-3 on his second jump, Beaman meant to say that he was passing his final jump in the trials, but instead of saying “pass”, he says “scratch” thereby eliminating himself from further competition. He could only watch as Nebraska's Lennox Burgher exceeds 51' five times to come ever so close with a best of 52-1.
Bob Beamon (Getty Images)
It was understood that Ryun would win the mile, but Kansas needs the points that a double will bring. Which way to go, down to the 880 where he will tangle with Villanova's Dave Patrick or up to the two mile, where (Washington State) Gerry Lindgren and his streak of 8 NCAA championships (indoor, outdoor and cross country) awaits? The decision to move to the two mile, though presenting a daunting challenge, proves propitious for the Jayhawks as Ryun hangs with Lindgren before unleashing his unmatched finish to win 8:39.0 to 8:40.8. World record holder Kerry Pearce is third at 8:45.0.
Jim Ryun leads the mile
(Getty Images)

The mile doesn't require as much energy as the pace dawdles, allowing Ryun to finish in 54.7 en route to a 4:06.8 win over (Kent State) Sam Bair's 4:07.2.

Villanova wins the team title with 16 of their 35 1/3 points coming in relays. With Larry James anchoring in 46.6, the Wildcats take the mile relay in 3:14.4. They also win the distance medley in 9:49.6 and take second in the two mile relay, as Patrick's 1:49.2 can't quite catch Harvard, 7:26.8 to 7:27.4.
George Lawrence "LarryJames (November 6, 1947 – November 6, 2008)

James wins the 440 in an 11 lap to the mile WR of 47.0. Patrick and Frank Murphy go 1-2 in the 880 and the Wildcats go home happy.

Last year's champion, USC, scores a mere point less this year but their 25 isn't a challenge to Villanova. Oklahoma 17, Kansas 15 1/3 and El Paso 15 round out the top five.

While the boards are being pounded in Detroit, the outdoor season is getting started the same days in the Texas Southern Relays in Houston. Southern's Harvey Nairn catches fast starting Roy Hicks of Texas Southern in the high hurdles. Their times of 13.6 and 13.7 are 1-2 on the world list. Hicks has no reason to hang his head. He wins the long jump in a PR of 25-2 and takes fifth in the high jump (no height mentioned).

The following weekend the big boys come out to play in Santa Barbara's Easter Relays. Southern California and San Jose State tangle in the 440, 880, mile and 2 mile relays. SC's world record holding 440 team (McCullouch, Fred Kuller, OJ Simpson and Lennox Miller) (see more about that 440 team below) win over the Spartans 39.7 to 40.4. The same quartet repeats in the 880, 1:23.6 to 1:24.0. San Jose State bounces back in the mile relay with Lee Evans anchoring in 46.9 to edge the Trojans 3:11.3 to 3:11.8. Carl Trentadue's 1:48.8 anchor puts SC on top in the two mile relay, but just barely. The Trojans and Spartans both clock 7:24.0.

The pole vault is frustrating for UCLA. In addition to watching rival USC go 1-2 with Bob Seagren and Paul Wilson clearing 16-6, the Bruin duo of world-class vaulters has a miserable day. Rick Sloan twists an ankle high jumping and will be out of action for some time. Jon Vaughn clears 16-0 for third, but when vaulting at 16-6, an official attempting to grab his pole hits the standard and it falls, hitting Vaughn's hand and ending his day.
John Vaughn (Historic Images)


In his outdoor season opener, Ed Carruthers high jumps 7-2 and has a near miss at 7-4.

Remember Sam Walker breaking the HS SP record at 69-11¾ as reported in our last report? Well, he has now not only exceeded 70 feet but 71 feet by an inch....only to find that the landing area slopped over the legal limit. Hang in, Sam, the season's still young. We'll be keeping an eye on you.
Sam Walker


Sam Walker montage  (Only if you are really into weight lifting)


Rainer Stenius (the following was lifted from T&FN threads)



Most of you probably know that Rainer Stenius died last month (December 1)(2015?) in Espoo, Finland. He was only 71 years old.

I met Rainer a few times while he was living in the United States in the 1960's. I believe he still holds the Cal State Los Angeles school record for the long jump (and maybe the triple jump, too).

His jump of 26' 9 1/4" (8.16) in 1966 was the Finnish national record for about 39 years and he was the 1966 NCAA long jump champion.

I believe he was injured in 1968 and did not compete in Mexico City at the Olympic Games. Does anyone have more details about this?

Even Memory Lane Has a Finish Line for Kuller : Track: Sprinter with the smooth stride helped set a world record at USC but missed qualifying for '68 Olympic team.

May 31, 1992|TOM BIRSCHBACH | SPECIAL TO THE TIMES
Fred Kuller




V 8 N. 60 Clifton 'Butch' Sower Remembered

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Butch Sower in the late 1970s
(Sept. 23, 2018)
A few days ago we talked about the remarkable recovery of Marc Arce, former University of
Findlay (Ohio) track and cross country coach after a devastating bicycle accident.  Today we have to report on another tragic accident that took the life of Clifton 'Butch' Sower of West Liberty, Ohio, also the result of a bicycle crash.  I saw some reference to Butch's accident and passing in a series of emails, but I did not recognize the name.  A little sleuthing on Google led me to Butch's obituary published in the Columbus Post Dispatch. (see below).

In the late 1970's Butch was a standout track and cross country runner in Ohio high school representing West Liberty-Salem HS.  West Liberty (pop. 2000)  is a small town in Logan County northwest of Columbus that has a long history of tough runners.  The Big Orange Shoe Store , affectionately known as BOSS,  in town has  survived for years solely selling running gear in that  small market,  a testimony to the importance of running in West Liberty.  Runners often came from 30 or 40 miles to shop at Big Orange.

Butch had some flaws as you will see if you read his obituary, but there was a lot  more to Butch  than the flaws mentioned, and his good deeds and effort to redeem himself are what is truly  important.

Butch was the man in his high school days.  He didn't run in college, he didn't move on in the sport.  This blog normally only talks about the big names in the sport, but there was a sentence or two in Butch's obituary that told me something about his character.

"In 1977, Sower stopped to help a runner who had fallen, resuming a cross country race to win. The next year, he came in second in the 2-mile state championship, stumbling before the finish and being beaten by the same runner he had helped...."

This is a strong parallel  to the story of John Landy stopping to help a fellow runner, Ron Clarke, then a schoolboy, during a mile race that Landy went on to win.

When we judge people, it should be by these kinds of small, spontaneous acts that tell us more about a person's character than a long thought out act that weighs the pros and cons of what we do in life.  It tells us something about the inner workings of an individual more than what academic credentials in our resumes can say about us.  And for that I choose to honor Butch in this blog.



Butch at the recent BOSS run


He graduated from West Liberty-Salem in 1978.
Butch was All-Ohio in cross country and track.
He helped the Tigers win state titles in cross country in '76 and '77.

Headed home after a long bicycle ride in Logan County last week, Clifton “Butch” Sower might have been trying to avoid a large turtle before he was found thrown from his bike on Route 287.
The animal, which had been dead for some time, was found in the westbound lane near Sower on Aug. 29, according to a State Highway Patrol report.
Sower, 58, of West Liberty, was flown to Miami Valley Hospital in Dayton, where he died Tuesday. An autopsy will determine the cause of death. He was not wearing a helmet.
His sister, Ann Vogel, called the tragedy a fitting end for her older brother, whom she described as a “tortured, beautiful soul.”

“He loved his animals,” she said. He grew up with pets — chickens, dogs, cats. He built a two-story doghouse with carpet and windows.
Sower was raised in the village, was a standout athlete at West Liberty-Salem High School in the late 1970s and was known for his sportsmanship, his sister said.
In 1977, Sower stopped to help a runner who had fallen, resuming a cross country race to win. The next year, he came in second in the 2-mile state championship, stumbling before the finish and being beaten by the same runner he had helped, said Vogel, 51.
“That’s who he was. He was always fighting the good fight. He was a big tipper; he was a giver. He was an organ donor,” Vogel said.
Sower, a carpenter, also struggled with alcoholism.  He had been charged several times  with drunken driving - landing in jail after the last one three years ago.
After his release in May, he vowed redemption, Vogel said.  He resumed his life
long love of running, up to 40 miles a week.  He bought a bicycle and rode up to 100 
miles weekly with a friend.
As for the turtle: "It's a great mystery." Vogel said.  "We just don't know.  Maybe he 
hit it. Maybe he was going too fast."
His last footrace was 10 days before the crash.  The BOSS Run was to support the 
West Liberty High School cross country team.
I didn't know Butch Sower but I did know his teammates, Corey Frost and Earl Zilles as well as their coach, Ken Lehmann. WLS was an absolute powerhouse during the 1970s.  Nice article.     Bill

V 8 N. 61 Three Men in Three Boxes

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Three Men In Three Boxes  Clik Here to read article.               

 Sept. 28, 2018
The National Post

  We've written about 24 hour relay runs where 8 guys on a team take turns running a mile for 24 hours.  We've also mentioned a 19th century runner who ran a mile every hour round the clock for weeks.  There were a lot of six day races in the late 19th and early 20th centuries.

This story borders on the weird, perhaps way beyond the weird, but it is about running, so I think we can say it has a place somewhere on our blog.  It may be considered something no one has tried in the history of mankind, which is where a lot of Ultra Runners seem to have a need to go these days to get youtube coverage or to test mankind's limits.

At 5:00PM PCT tonight three men , two Canadians, one American will each step into a shipping container, get on a self powered treadmill, and try to run  160Km or about 100 miles in near total sensory deprivation.  They will each do this alone, in the dark.  They will have food, and I assume a waste collection device (five gallon bucket?).  I don't know if they will be wearing ear plugs, but man, talk about putting yourself into a stress producing situation.  One of the Canadians is a police officer, the second is a personal trainer, and the American is a retired US Marine.

They are doing this under supervision at Lake Tahoe.  And they are raising funds for some charitable causes.    I'm making no predictions about such an endeavour.  I think it is certainly within human physical limits.  One hundred miles in 24 hours  been done many times over but not under these conditions.  As for mental limits, that 's another question especially if combined with a physical effort.

100 miles in 24 hours averages out at 14:24 per mile.    A week or so ago I went on a walk late at night and went on a narrow bumpy forest trail for about 500 meters.  Not seeing the ground in front of me which was quite uneven and lots of roots was quite spooky.  This doesn't compare to a treadmill in the dark, but it's as close as I'll ever get to trying something like that.

Questions about this that come to mind:

If , and that's a big if, one or all three  should succeed, what will they do for an encore?  They are relatively young, at least the two Canadians are.

What will seem meaningful in life after that?

What kind of mental stress will they be under during the attempt?

What kind of mental health challenges will they have after the event?

How will they know their pace and distance covered during the 24 hours?

How will they get the smell of sweat and human waste out of the container?

Will the containers have any commercial value after their run?

If the police officer pulled you over for a speeding violation and you gave him a hard time, what might  his reaction be  if you said you were trying to not be late for your yoga class?

Comments:

This is distressing to read.  What possible motivation can there be?  I realize there are people who test their limits, but I don't think I'd be comfortable knocking back brewskis with these guys.  Raise money for charitable causes?  Between this and asking for donations outside the grocery store, I pick the latter.

Wait a min……. this is a true story?


i hope you keep us informed on this.

Those guys better be careful… There is a heavy duty buddhist technique of meditating in complete darkness with sensory deprivation… I’ll tell you what happened to me sometime… I can’t imagine what happens when you’re that exhausted… Pretty wild

These guys will be the back up energy system for Elon Musk's space ship to Mars.

This could be an Edgar Allen Poe short story  "A Cask of Amantillado".

I'd give more respect to  the  immigrants who get shoved into a packing crate not knowing how long they will be there with very little food or  light.

Results:

On their website today Chontosh, Chessman, and Witzing put out their results along with some video probably infrared photography from inside their friendly confines.    A fourth runner apparently also came on board   Vidal. 

Total distance for 24 hours   Chontosh     80.5 miles    ex Marine
                                              Vidal           56.3              ???
                                              Chessman   52.6              Personal Trainer
                                              Wittzing      52.3              RCMP

None of them made the goal of 160 KM as hoped for.  It was noted that Chontosh  only rested for
40 minutes of the 24 hours thus giving him a 17 min 23 sec. per mile pace.    This can hardly be described as running.  Also the video clips shown on their website indicates that they were mainly walking in a supported manner holding onto the stabilizinig bar in front of them.  Is that sensory deprivation?  Not really.  Also in the video one of them appeared to be adjusting ear buds which would indicate he was using some musical or verbal motivation.   Again a big effort but not really running.    We are waiting some journalistic reporting done by the National Press who originally brought up this story.



V 8 N. 62 A 2018 Track and Travel on the Eastern Front by Paul O'Shea

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Track and Travel On The Eastern Front  


By Paul O’Shea


Track and Field News, the trade journal for those of us who pay obsessive attention to
athletes who run, jump and throw, offered an attractive travel package this past summer.

I took advantage of their plan: Attend three prestigious track meets in three countries.
Wrap them with tourist-type visits to six cities (Brussels, Zagreb, Ostrava, Budapest,
Krakow, Warsaw) in five European countries (Belgium, Croatia, Hungary, Czech
Republic, Poland). Negotiate five separate currencies: kuna, koruna, florint and zloty,
in addition to the Euro. See first hand what the Nazis did in the most notorious of
concentration camps.


Ours was a well-traveled group of retirees, those still working, and other track and travel
enthusiasts.  The award for the most distant visitors went to a six-person group from
South Africa. Another contender came from Calgary.  Many were California and
Oregon residents. One tour member was retired from the National Security Agency, a
second was a homebuilder, a third a retired physician.


We had a city tour in each of the cities.  Most of our cultural and historical investigation
was done on foot, often on surfaces that were troublesome  bricks or cobblestones.
In Krakow, for example, we walked five miles, up and down to see the cathedral and
palace.  


Red-Bulled daily in the States by political developments, keeping up with the news
overseas was a challenge.  CNN was available each day but only covered a few
international stories. The New York Times has a truncated international edition, running
op-ed columns primarily, and I was only able to get half-dozen issues over the eighteen
days.  No PBS NewsHour.


At the onset of my travels, the overnight flight from Dulles to Frankfurt was uneventful.
Then, two hours later another flight to Brussels, the site of our hotel and first track meet.
But I arrived too early (about seven a.m.) and couldn’t get into my room to get needed
sleep until two in the afternoon.  


Hotel Pullman was adjacent to the Brussels train station, so I waited inside, watching the
travelers and suitcases march by.  My room on the seventh floor gave me a good view of
some 22 or so railroad tracks sprawled below. The station was the final stop for sleek,
long distance trains and shoebox-looking commuters.  It wasn’t unusual to see as many
as five or six trains coming in to or out of the station, slithering past each other.


Some sixty of us convened in Brussels, with one of the year’s premier events, a Diamond
League track meet, kicking off the schedule.  A Diamond League event ranks just below
the World Championships and the Olympic Games, with many world-class athletes
performing in a one-day recital.
The Brussels meet concluded a fourteen-city competition that brings together the sport’s
elite.  This promise proved to be reality when we witnessed the fourth fastest men’s five
thousand meters ever run, by a nineteen-year-old Ethiopian.  From my view it was the
outstanding performance in the three meets we attended.


Zagreb
After Brussels we flew to Croatia’s capital and largest city, Zagreb, the only air travel on
the trip.  The next morning we toured the city and had the rest of the day free. On the
following day I elected to go to the oldest and largest national park in Croatia, Plitvice
Lakes, about two hours’ drive. The property has sixteen large and small lakes, and a
stunning 78-meter  waterfall. To get to them we had to walk down and up about two
miles of slippery stones and wooden planking. The only rain we saw in the two weeks
fell that day just as we were ending the park tour.



That evening we went to the Zagreb IWC meet at the snug Sports Park Mladost stadium,
and watched Nigel Amos of Botswana
win the 800 and Kenya’s Elijah Manangoi take
the 1500.
Budapest


We motored a little over two hundred miles to our next destination, the beautiful city of
Budapest, split in two by the Danube River. Almost every evening we were on our own
for  dinner, so we sampled plenty of Eastern European cuisine, often meat and potatoes.
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Gundel is reputed to be the city’s finest restaurant, and it does have some charm with its
Olde European décor, six-piece orchestra and  offerings of Hungarian Goulash Soup and
Breaded Quail. After a rhubarb and strawberry cold soup starter, I had venison.



At Gundel, I was joined by two other tour compatriots, and remarked how much it
resembled Luchow’s, the one-hundred-year-old restaurant with similar ambience, menu
and string orchestra I had come to know while working in New York City in the Sixties.
Sitting at the next table to us at Gundel were nearby diners who heard me suggest the
comparison, knew Luchow’s, and we talked about its demise in the 1980s.


Then on to Ostrava, a three hundred mile bus ride through the agricultural and light
industrial countryside.


Ostrava is the Czech Republic’s third largest city. There we saw the Continental Cup
track meet, an unusual competition with scoring that pitted continents, not countries
against each other.  The four competing continents were: The Americas (joining both
North and South), Europe, Africa, and Asia-Pacific. Internationally there is an unequal
distribution of track talent, so the principal competitors proved to be the Americas and
Europe, with the Americas winning over Europe, 262 to 233.


I have been to hundreds of track meets over the years, but the Continental Cup in
Ostrava provided a new experience: a glider passed over City Stadium a half-dozen
times. After conducting due diligence, with javelins jousting for air space, the pilot
decided it was not a desirable landing field.


Ostrava also provided one of the trip’s most unusual sites, Dolni Vitkovice.  After 170
years of continuous production, the manufacturing of pig iron was discontinued. The
rusty remains of the iron and coal industry were left as a site to be visited as huge,
abandoned industrial monuments.  It was the first in the Czech Republic to receive a
European cultural heritage designation.


Krakow


Our penultimate tour leg was about 150 miles away in Krakow, the second largest city in
Poland. Situated on the Vistula River, it is one of Europe’s loveliest. The hotel in
Krakow proved a lodging challenge when I read the room number on the room key jacket
as 326 when it was actually 324.  Three trips to the check-in counter finally solved the
puzzle and I didn’t have to sleep in the halls.
As soon as the trip itinerary was announced last year, tour members suggested going to
Auschwitz, about thirty miles from our stay in Krakow.  And so we did. I knew that it
was one of the most notorious of the concentration camps, with an unimaginable
1.1 million executed, about 90 per cent Jews.


After passing under its extraordinarily ironic signage, Arbeit macht frei  (Work Sets You
Free), we walked through the grounds and inside buildings that housed the prisoners
waiting to die of starvation, bullets or gas.  We saw the huge accumulation of hair, shorn
from women before entering the gas chamber. There were collections of empty hydrogen
cyanide Zyklon B canisters used to asphyxiate the prisoners, further evidence of the
enormity of the catastrophe.


Just a few hundred meters away were small towns and villages, seemingly unaware of the
horrors committed less than seventy years ago.


But it wasn’t until I saw the photos of hundreds who were doomed, captured for the rest
of time, that the genocide became real.  On each wall of a long hallway were individual
photos of prisoners. The photographer, himself a prisoner, took 70,000 photos of men and
women, all wearing triangular badges which identified them as political prisoners,
common criminals, gypsies, Jews, homosexuals. William Brasse’s autobiography was in
the gift shop.
Warsaw


Finally, to Warsaw, which I thought the most interesting of the six cities.  We toured the
Warsaw Ghetto, famed for its uprising, commemorated by a magnificent series of
monuments.
Warsaw Ghetto Today
We stayed at the Hotel Bristol, left undamaged because the Nazis occupied
it during the Second World War.
Hotel Bristol
 Chopin is revered here, and you can sit on a bench,

waiting for transportation, punch a button and hear his Polonaise.


Going home, on the first of two legs, I flew from Warsaw to Frankfurt with one of the
tour members, Michael Griffin.  When we disembarked from the plane in that city, a
pleasant surprise. Because we were flying Lufthansa and business class, evidently
Porsche has an arrangement with the airline, because idling next to the plane and awaiting
our arrival was a gleaming new Porsche Panamera (the four-door sedan),
deputized to

take the two of us about ten minutes away to our next gates. I resisted going to the Duty
Free and taking a Panamera home. Those overheads are always so crowded.

September, 2018

V8 N. 62 Book Review by T&FN on 1968 Olympic Trials

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Book Review  Clik Here   by Bob Burns The Track In The Forest: The Creation Of A Legendary 1968 US Olympic Team,  is being released by Chicago Review Press on October 2

This book review by Ed Fox recently appeared on the T&FN website.
Sounds like a great read.

V 8 N. 63 Being Old and a Runner ......and a Wonderful Memory

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Thanks to Walt Murphy's reminder, today is the 54 anniversary of Billy Mills' victory in Tokyo.  Who of us will ever forget?

Tokyo 1964 Billy Mills

A few days ago I stumbled on this article in the New York Times by a guest writer Robert W. Goldfarb.  He is 88 years old and described as a 'competitive' runner.   He talks about attitude with aging and the view of the inevitable.  Since the overwhelming number of our readers are approaching or have already arrived at that state, I thought this piece might offer all of us an introspective moment.  We are indeed fortunate that our sport affords us the opportunity to remain competitive as long as we can shuffle down the road, trail, or treadmill.  We can be competitive with or without stepping to the line with 5000 younger runners.  It's just us and the front door and the weather outside and a clock that never stops ticking.    In tennis you have to search out someone as slow as you to play.  In team sports we run out of options relatively quickly or have to greatly modify the game ie. slow pitch softball.   We do have a few old polevaulters and throwers in our entourage, and they for the most part are still actively practicing their craft. 

I checked Mr. Goldfarb's credentials as a runner on the website athlinks.com and confirmed his competitiveness in recent years.  
In 2006 at the age of 76  Mr. Goldfarb ran a 5Km in 34.:21, a pace of 11:04 per mile, and on October 8, 2016 he ran a half marathon at age 86 in 2 hr. 58 min. or 13:38 per mile.  I think this qualifies him as a competitive runner.  P.S. Thanks to Richard Mach for correcting me on his 5km pace

   

Words of wisdom below from a 90+ year old friend (Richard Trace) who introduced me to road running about 1960 when I was a hot shot high school miler. It was a brutal lesson.
He is also , I like to think, the last living American to speak to General Tojo.  He was an army prison guard in Tokyo after the war.

"..one leaves old age at 90.  then one becomes ancient.  as an ancient i look back on old age with fondness.  up to age 47 I was either running or thinking about running.  At that time a heel spur ended the running and I walked and thought about running.  6+ years ago i went lame and can now only shuffle so I shuffle and think about running.  I think mother nature is gradually subtracting abilities as a way of preparing us to be more accepting of the eternal void.  A tip for those concerned about such things - Go sit in an eye doctor's waiting room.  They deal mostly with the elderly.  Look around and you'll see that most are worse off than you.  You leave thinking things aren't so bad after all.  

Richard Trace  (for more on Richard clik on his name.




Here is Mr. Goldfarb's piece









At 88, I remain a competitive runner, always sprinting the last hundred yards of a race to cross the finish line with nothing left to give. The finish line of my life is drawing close, and I hope to reach it having given the best of myself along the way. I’ve been training my body to meet the demands of this final stretch. But, I wonder, should I have asked more of my mind?

I have no trouble taking my body to a gym or starting line. I’ve done a good job convincing myself that if I didn’t exercise, I would unleash the many predators that seek their elderly prey on couches, but not on treadmills. The more I sweated, the more likely it was my internist would continue to exclaim, “Keep doing what you’re doing, and I’ll see you next year.” It was my way of keeping at bay the dreaded: “Mr. Goldfarb, I’m afraid I have some bad news.”

My mind, on the other hand, seems less willing to yield to discipline, behaving as though it has a mind of its own. I have dabbled in internet “brain games,” solving algebraic problems flashing past and rerouting virtual trains to avoid crashes. I’ve audited classes at a university, and participated in a neurofeedback assessment of my brain’s electrical impulses. But these are only occasional diversions, never approaching my determination to remain physically fit as I move deeper into old age.
Despite having many friends in their 70s, 80s and 90s, I’ve been far too slow to realize that how we respond to aging is a choice made in the mind, not in the gym.


Despite having many friends in their 70s, 80s and 90s, I’ve been far too slow to realize that how we respond to aging is a choice made in the mind, not in the gym.


Some of my healthiest friends carry themselves as victims abused by time. They see life as a parade of disappointments: aches and ailments, confusing technology, children who don’t visit, hurried doctors.
Other friends, many whose aching knees and hips are the least of their physical problems, find comfort in their ability to accept old age as just another stage of life to deal with. I would use the word “heroic” to describe the way they cope with aging as it drains strength from their minds and bodies, though they would quickly dismiss such a term as overstatement.
One such friend recently called from a hospital to tell me a sudden brain seizure had rendered him legally blind. He interrupted me as I began telling him how terribly sorry I was: “Bob, it could have been worse. I could have become deaf instead of blind.”
Despite all the time I spend lifting weights and exercising, I realized I lack the strength to have said those words. It suddenly struck me I’ve paid a price for being a “gym rat.”


If there is one characteristic common to friends who are aging with a graceful acceptance of life’s assaults, it is contentment. Some with life-altering disabilities — my blind friend, another with two prosthetic legs — are more serene and complain less than those with minor ailments. They accept the uncertainties of old age without surrendering to them. A few have told me that the wisdom they’ve acquired over the years has made aging easier to navigate than the chaos of adolescence.


I continued talking with my friend, challenging myself to hear the noise, but to hold it at a distance. The discipline so familiar to me in the gym — this time applied to my mind — proved equally effective in the restaurant. It was as though I had taken my brain to a mental fitness center.
Learning to ignore a leaf blower’s roar hardly equips me to find contentment during my passage into ever-deeper old age. But I left the lunch feeling I had at least taken a small first step in changing behavior that stood in the way of that contentment.
Could I employ that same discipline to accept with dignity the inevitable decline awaiting me: frailty, memory lapses, dimming sound and sight, the passing of friends and the looming finish line? Churning legs and a pounding heart had taken me part of the way. But now the challenge was to find that contentment within me. Hoping that contentment will guide me as I make my way along the path yet to be traveled.
Robert W. Goldfarb is a management consultant and the author of “What’s Stopping Me From Getting Ahead?”
A version of this article appears in print on , on Page D4 of the New York edition with the headline: To Age Well, Train for Contentment.
P.S.  over 200 people commented on this article to the Times not to us.
Here is the link to the Times and the comments which you can scroll down to and click on Comments to see them.  The cover a wide latitude of beliefs and non beliefs, assisted dying, and other things.NYT Goldfarb  clik here

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V 8 N. 64 50 Years Ago Today (Oct 20, 2018) Dick Fosbury Showed World

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Thanks to Mike Waters in Corvallis, OR, we were reminded that Dick Fosbury won the Olympic Gold at Mexico City with his revolutionary jumping style, still practiced today by nearly all the world's leading jumpers.  



This article in the Corvallis Gazette Times  by Anthony Rimel, commemorates the ceremony and unveiling of the statue on the OSU campus honoring Fosbury's incredible display of ingenuity and willingness to go against the grain.

The Flop that Changed the World

"Three Huzzahs for Mr. Fosbury"
  the Staff at OUTV

V 8 N. 65 Earl Young, Alive and Swabbing

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A few years ago while researching names and contacts of former 1960 Olympians, somebody gave me Earl Young's address and said I better contact him quickly, because he had an acute form of blood cancer and was on his way to cashing in his chips.  Most of you may recall Earl's being on the winning 4x400 team at Rome and his years at the top with Abilene Christian University.  Over some time I finally did get in touch with Earl to learn that he wasn't about to die of his cancer.  He had received a bone marrow transplant from a donor in Germany.   The donor living in Germany had  a genetic  connection  with DNA similar to Earl's.  He  received the transplant and  has since recovered from his illness.   

Earl is not a person to forget a good turn and has for the last four years been running his own program to encourage people,  especially those in the age range of about 18-40 years,  to permit a mouth swabbing be made and put on a potential donors list.  Donors need to fall in this age group to increase odds of success.  In the life of the program's existence, 34 donors have been found.  Finding a match is a needle in the haystack operation.   Not many people are listed as having DNA that will match a recipient in need.  This may not sound like a huge number, but we're still talking about 34 people walking on the planet who might remember that someone helped them in a time of need and in turn be a good Samaritan for others.  It took 11,000 people on the list to find matches for those 34, giving you an idea of the odds someone is facing when diagnosed.     Congratualtions to Earl and all those courageous people who have provided the mouth swab DNA test to be on the list.  And huge congrats to those 34 who actually were called and gave.  You can reduce those odds by doing the swabbing test and getting on the list.  Unfortunately most of our readers are a bit too old to do this, but they could pass this link on to their children and grandchildren.

Earl Young's Team  Clik Here to Learn More About Earl's Team.

When Earl Met His Donor

V8 N. 66 Brigadier Gen. Harry B. Liversedge, Olympian and Marine Corps General

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It has been a few weeks since last posting, and I have a couple of good stories to relate, but we are rapidly approaching Nov. 11, 2018, the hundredth anniversary since the Armistice in Europe ending WWI.  I've had a hero in mind to honor, not of that war but WWII.  We've posted stories in the past of men and women who were Olympians and who died fighting for their countries in both good and by some historians' definitions in bad causes.  Nevertheless those angels and scoundrels suffered the same fate answering their countries' demands on them and paying with their lives.  We honor those men and women this week and all weeks.

Olympians Who Died in War  Here is the link to that earlier post.

The man I wish to remember this year is different in that he did not die in combat.  Instead he led his troops to a victory.  That victory was Iwo Jima in the Pacific.  His battalion raised the flag on Mt. Suribachi.  He was not in command of the whole Iwo Jima operation, but he was on the ground leading his unit, the 28th Marines.  Not the safest place to be that month.


Harry Liversedge

I'm talking about Harry Liversedge.  Hardly a household word these days yet one who over the years proved himself tough as the proverbial keg of nails.  I've not found a picture of Harry Liversedge smiling.  He must have been a serious man going about serious business all his life.  

Born in Volcano, California, 70 miles east of Sacramento, in 1894.  Harry played football at Cal Berkeley, won the IC4A shot put in 1917, and joined the Marines that same year.    He participated in the 1920 Olympics in Antwerp placing third behind two Finns.  This was the first time Americans did not win the shot. He got the shot out to about 46 feet, but from these pictures it is clear that he was not a behemoth as many of his contemporaries.   Liversedge also qualified for the 1924 games in Paris but did not participate. He died in 1951 and is buried near his birthplace in Pine Grove, CA.

Of note:  Liversedge may have played rugby against Eric Liddell when both were based in Tientsien, China in the 1920s, but it is not yet documented.  Here is a link to that part of Harry's history.
Liversedge, Rugby, China  Clik Here

Here follows a more detailed resume of Liversedge's career both athletic and military.
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While attending the University of California at Berkeley Harry "The Horse" Liversedge won the shot put at the 1916 IC4A championships. His athletic career was interrupted when he joined the Marines in May, 1917 and this led to him becoming a career Marine Corpsman. He is best known as the General who led the Marine regiment that raised the flag on Mount Suribachi on Iwo Jima.
In 1920, Liversedge finished third in the shot at the Antwerp Olympics and with two Finns taking the leading places this was the first time that an American did not win the event. In 1924 he was nominated as an alternate for the shot put but did not start.
Liversedge resumed his Marine career after the Olympics and achieved the rank of Brigadier General. In January 1942, Lt. Col. Liversedge was placed in command of the Second Battalion, Eighth Marines, and was promoted to colonel in May of that same year. From 5 July-29 August 1943, he led this Battalion as it landed on New Georgia Island in the Solomon Islands. For his efforts, Liversedge was awarded the Navy Cross.
In January 1944, he was transferred to the 5th Marine Division and assumed command of the 28th Marines, leading them ashore in the Iwo Jima campaign, for which he was awarded a Gold Star in lieu of his Second Navy Cross. (from Sports Reference)










Harry Liversedge: Cal's Most Heroic Olympian



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Harry Liversedge putting the shot for Cal at the Pacific Coast Conference championship meet in 1916.
Note, this is one in a series about early Cal Olympians. Previous stories have been about Cal's first Olympian, Robert Edgren, and Cal's first Olympic swimmer, Ludy Langer.
Harry Bluett Liversedge was born on September 21, 1894 in the tiny gold mining town of Volcano, California, in Amador County. He enrolled at the University of California in 1914. This was in the era when Cal played rugby instead of football, and Liversedge immediately joined the rugby team. As a freshman, he was a starter on the 1914 rugby team, and played in the last rugby Big Game against Stanford. The following year Cal switched back to football, and Liversedge made the transition to the American game, playing on the offensive and defensive lines. The rugby players had a lot to learn about football, but Liversedge and his teammates were fortunate that beginning in 1916, they had the opportunity to learn from one of the best ever -- Cal's new head coach Andy Smith. (For more on the life and career of Andy Smith, click here.)
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The 1915 Golden Bear football team standing under the goal post at old California Field on the Berkeley campus. Harry Liversedge is the tall player standing seventh from the left.
But it was in track that Harry Liversedge made his biggest mark. He was a standout in shot put, discus, and javelin. In 1916, he helped lead the Bears to the Pacific Coast Conference track and field championship. Cal beat out second-place Stanford 36 points to 31 points, with none of the other eight schools garnering more than 18 points. Cal's track athletes struggled, scoring only 7 points, but Liversedge and the other field athletes saved the day by racking up 29 points. Harry Liversedge finished second in shot put, and won the javelin event, with a throw that established a new conference record of 174 feet, 5 inches. The following year, 1917, Liversedge established a new national collegiate record in shot put.
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Liversedge posing for a 1916 Blue & Gold Yearbook photograph at the "California Oval" -- the track at California Field.
1917 was also the year the United States entered World War I, leading Liversedge to leave Berkeley at the end of his junior year and enlist as a private in the United States Marine Corps. He was commissioned as a second lieutenant in September 1918, and sent to France, arriving just before the war ended in November. When the United States Navy sent a group of athletes Antwerp, Belgium to participate in the 1920 Olympics, Liversedge was among them. He competed in shot put against two great Finnish athletes. Vin Porhola took the Gold Medal, with a throw of 14.81 meters, and Elmer Niklander just edged Liversedge out for the Silver with a throw of 14.155 meters, to Liversedge's throw of 14.15 meters. But Liversedge was pleased to bring home a Bronze Medal for the United States.
Liversedge decided to make his career in the Marines, and made steady but slow progress up the ranks, which was all that was possible in the tiny peacetime military which existed between the wars. He returned the the Bay Area in the mid-1920s when he was stationed at Mare Island in Vallejo for two years, and again from 1930 to 1932, when he was aide-de-camp of the Commanding General of the Marine's Department of the Pacific, in San Francisco. Among many other postings, Liversedge spent time in Haiti and two years in China. He continued his participation in sports, playing football on a Marine Corps team. While in China in the late 1920s, he was placed on detached duty to act as a boxing coach to the Third Marine Brigade and also participated in the International Track and Field Meet in Shanghai.
By the time the United States entered World War II in December 1941, Liversedge was a Lieutenant Colonel. He was promoted to full Colonel a few months later, taking command of the Third Marine Raider Battalion and, later, the newly organized First Marine Ranger Regiment. He led his regiment during the New Georgia campaign in the Solomon Islands in 1943, and was awarded his first Navy Cross for "gallantly leading his troops through dense jungle into combat against a fanatic enemy long experienced in jungle warfare, commanding the assault with cool and courageous determination."
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Col. Harry Liversedge, during the New Georgia campaign.
In January 1944, he was transferred to the Fifth Marine Division, and given command of the 28th Marines, the unit ultimately chosen to lead the assault on the volcanic island of Iwo Jima in February 1945. It would become one of the most famous battles of the Pacific war, and the bloodiest battle in the history of the United States Marines. When the Marines first landed, they were pinned down on the open beach by deadly Japanese fire. When Liversedge and his second-in-command, Lt. Col. Robert Williams, landed twenty minutes after the first wave, they found their men burrowed into the volcanic beach sand, under heavy fire. Lt. Greeley Wells described the scene: "We were all loaded down with equipment, and the beach sand was volcanic and very hard to walk in. The artillery fire was getting pretty heavy at this point, there was machine-gun fire." Men were being killed all around him, "so it was obvious to me that we had to get out." Wells described what happened next:
About that time we were all lying together, just hordes of men -- the beach was literally covered with men -- and suddenly I saw Liversedge and Williams walk up the beach as if they were in the middle of a parade. Williams had his riding crop, which was slapping on the side of his leg, both of them were urging us on, saying, "Get up! Get up! Get off the damn beach!" It was an amazing thing. They walked the length of that dog-gone beach yelling at the men, and the Marines just did it -- they got up and started to move. Of course it jarred me as well, and I got up, and we got over the high ground. Suddenly we were in the middle of this damn battle and there were casualties like nothing you'd ever seen.
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Harry Liversedge's Marine regiment on the beach at Iwo Jima, minutes after the first landings on February 19, 1945. Mount Suribachi is in the background.
The Americans knew they had to take Mount Suribachi, the island's volcanic mountain and the only high ground. The Japanese had spent months fortifying it with heavy artillery protected by steel doors, and building a network of reinforced tunnels inside the inactive volcano. Tremendous fire rained down on the Americans from the mountain. Col. Liversedge was given the assignment of taking Mount Suribachi. And on February 23, 1945, a patrol of five Marines and one Navy corpsman, under Liversedge's command, made it to the top of the mountain. As Liversedge watched through his field glasses, his men raised an American flag. Joe Rosenthal's photograph of that moment is among the most famous ever taken.
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Mount Suribachi, February 23, 1945.
While the sight of their flag flying on Mount Suribachi cheered the American soldiers, sailors and Marines tremendously, the fighting on Iwo Jima would continue for another 31 days. The Japanese entrenchments and network of tunnels allowed them to keep fighting, and their determination to fight to the death made the casualties on both sides appalling. In the end, 70,000 Americans fought on Iwo Jima. 6,821 were killed and 19,217 were wounded. Of the 22,060 Japanese defenders, 21,844 died, either in combat or by suicide, while only 216 eventually surrendered. Somehow Harry Liversedge emerged from the battle without a scratch. According to Captain (later Major General) Fred Haynes, he also emerged with the reputation as "one of the greatest combat commanders in the history of the United States Marine Corps." Another of Liversedge's young officers, Lt. John McLean, described him this way:
Liversedge was a superb field commander, greatly respected by his troops. Col. Liversedge was never bombastic or flamboyant -- no macho displays. He was self assured and quietly confident, born of his experiences as a successful commander in earlier Pacific battles. He enjoyed the complete respect and confidence of his troops. But there was more to him than that. The colonel had a sense of humanity and a deep regard for his men, which inspired all to perform to the best of their ability. . . . I venture to say that there was not a man in the 28th Regiment, from the highest-ranking officer to the lowest private, who would not gladly have followed Col. Liversedge to hell and back. And at Iwo Jima every one of them did.
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Col. Harry Liversedge, left, and his executive officer, Lt. Col. Robert Williams, during the battle of Iwo Jima.
For his heroism at Iwo Jima, Liversedge was awarded his second Navy Cross, with the following citation:
The Navy Cross is presented to Harry Bluett Liversedge, Colonel, U.S. Marine Corps, for extraordinary heroism as Commanding Officer of the Twenty-Eighth Marines, Fifth Marine Division, in action against enemy Japanese forces on Iwo Jima, Volcano Islands, from 19 February to 27 March 1945. Landing on the fire-swept beaches twenty-two minutes after H-Hour, Colonel Liversedge gallantly led his men in the advance inland before executing a difficult turning maneuver to the south preparatory to launching the assault on Mount Suribachi. Under his inspiring leadership, his Regiment effected a partial seizure of a formidable Japanese position consisting of caves, pillboxes and blockhouses, until it was halted by intense enemy resistance which caused severe casualties. Braving the heavy fire, he traversed the front lines to reorganize his troops and, by his determination and aggressiveness, enabled his men to overrun the Japanese position by nightfall. By this fighting spirit and intrepid leadership, Colonel Liversedge contributed materially to the capture of Mount Suribachi, and his unwavering devotion to duty throughout was in keeping with the highest traditions of the United States Naval Service.
Following the war, Liversedge was promoted to Brigadier General. He spent some time stationed in Japan and Guam, and also at Camp Pendleton in California. In 1950, he was placed in charge of the Marine Corps Reserve. He died unexpectedly of a heart attack on November 25, 1951 at the age of 57, and was buried at Arlington National Cemetery. In 1996 he was inducted into the University of California Athletic Hall of Fame.
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Brigadier General Harry B. Liversedge, USMC
GO BEARS!

Plaque at Liversedge Field Camp LeJeune

Marine Rugby Team in Tientsien China in the 1920s
Harry is on the extreme right second row.


BGen Liversedge died at the National Naval Medical CenterBethesda, Maryland, on November 25, 1951. He is buried Pine Grove, California.
Awards & honors
His military awards include:
Gold star



Bronze star


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Bronze star
Bronze star
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Navy Crossw/ 1 award starBronze StarNavy and Marine Corps Commendation MedalNavy Presidential Unit Citation w/ 1 service star
Marine Corps Expeditionary MedalWorld War I Victory Medal w/ France clasp & Maltese CrossYangtze Service MedalAmerican Defense Service Medal w/ Base clasp
American Campaign MedalAsiatic-Pacific Campaign Medal w/ 3 service starsWorld War II Victory MedalNavy Occupation Service Medal

V 8 N. 67 Essay on Coaching Cross Country by Paul O'Shea

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How Coach Helped His Runner Get Off the Starting Line
By Putting a Knife To Her Throat
By Paul O’Shea

You know the old adage: those who can’t play a sport, coach.
As a runner, sports journalist, administrator and meet official over the years, I’ve
watched thousands of scantily clad youngsters chase each other over grass, track and
trail. One lovely September afternoon nineteen years ago, when I began coaching a high
school girls cross country team, I was confident I knew the rules.
Until my Oak Knoll Royals gathered at the starting line for their first race of the season in my
first race as their coach.
As the runners moved up to the starting line I heard the meet director shout:
“No hats, no watches, no jewelry.”
Fine, nothing my girls wore threatened their competitors, I thought. But as the other teams
began discarding the offending items, one of my runners pointed anxiously to the tightly knotted cord
around her neck.
“Like you, over there.”
The starter peered at my Lauren Curmi.
“What’s that on your neck?  Get it off.”
Lauren, an otherwise law-abiding daughter from a fine family, probably taking four AP
courses, volunteering at the local Senior Center, teaching English as a second language,
and a boon companion to her dog, had around her neck, a forbidden item, a waxed leather necklace.  
In New Jersey, where politicians are notable for their notoriety, my duplicitous fifteen-year-old
will commit a felony by starting the cross country race with that performance-enhancing device.  
Panic cauterizes Coach’s heart.
I rush to the starting line to remove the offending item,but my fumbling fingers fail the challenge.  
Earlier, at home, competitor Curmi decided she would look even more chic if she trimmed the edges
of the knot, improving an already model-like fuselage.  
So, as the warm afternoon lingers, the novice coach attempts to loosen the leather decoration,
but now he looks as if he himself had just journeyed five thousand meters.  
He can’t get the bloody thing unknotted.  
Looking on are 145 runners, their coaches, family members, and friends, transfixed.
“Anyone have a knife?”
After a few tense moments the implement is found.
Coach very, very carefully slips the jack knife’s blade between Lauren’s pulsing neck
and the proscribed jewelry.  As the knife edges forward, the athlete stands still as she
wisely determines her life may depend on it. Finally, standing watch, Lauren’s father
applauds as I slice through the cord. She’s ready to start, and the gun fires.  A few minutes
later we chase 145 teenagers around the course as Oak Knoll wins the Newark Academy
Invitational with 41 points. Lauren has been our TK runner, one of our top five.
Sadly, Lauren and Coach lost touch over the years.  Thinking back to her work ethic on
and off the cross country course, I can well imagine that today she is a tenured professor
of law at Berkeley, summers in Montreaux, and is short-listed for the Booker. And all
because Coach was steady in a pinch, though now he carefully studies the directions
when advanced technology enters the home.


My entry into the coaching corps began after I retired.
That summer of ’97, I began to think I could have a new way to keep close to the
sport I treasured for decades.  I knew Oak Knoll School in Summit, New Jersey had once
fielded track and cross country teams, but they fell away as interest dimmed.  So I
visited the school’s athletic director, and said I would be interested in resurrecting the
sport. Sure, he said, as long as you can persuade seven girls to join up.  We did better
than that. We brought fifteen girls and one rookie coach together.
One thing I learned from coaching a cross country team for the first time is that you don’t
have to master a lot of obscure rules.  The sport’s pretty basic.
Your girls walk up to the starting line, you caution them not to start before the gun sounds,
and please make their way around without threatening to sue the girl running next to them
because she planted an elbow in your ribs. And the athlete who detours the course as if she
were bee lining to the last supermarket parking space, will not amuse the crusty folks who
manage the race.  Running the full distance is not only sporting, it’s preferred. Finally, cross
the finish line, ideally without crawling on all fours, maintaining your poise. Before the
race, tell your team to relish the personal fulfillment that comes from completing the task
with honor.
Because the ability to perform depends on accumulating strength, much of the training
involves running miles.  But the coach’s art is mixing the right ingredients of mileage,
speed, repetitions and terrain.
Cross country scoring is simple.  The first five on the team count, and you add up their
finishing places. Like golf, low score wins. A perfect score in golf would be an improbable 18,
a hole-in-one every hole.  A perfect cross country score is 15, which recognizes that your
team’s scoring five finished in the first five positions. That achievement happens
infrequently, but Oak Knoll was perfect in a dual meet against a traditional rival.
There were any number of sad, funny, tense and elegiac moments.
I remember the day when one of my backbenchers—the lesser performing lasses-- was
running along in a race at Newark’s Warinanco Park.  A girl from another team passed
her, gave her an elbow. My harrier decided she’d had enough, stops running, and cries.
No coach’s rulebook prepares you for this.
And to underscore the limited power of the coach over his independent charges, Megan
McGinn was advised before starting her warm up, to lasso that unencumbered shoelace
so a mishap might be avoided.  She knew she’d get to it in due course, or was Megan
remembering the time she and her teammates played strip poker with a group of boy
runners at a summer running camp? Her mind on other things, perhaps, this race day she
turned an ankle in her warm-up and was listed on the results sheet as DNS.  Did-Not-Start.
Later that season she paid closer attention to her Nikes, and became the conference
champion.
One of our goals was for Oak Knoll to qualify for the Meet of Champions in November
at Holmdel Park, the Carnegie Hall of the state cross country landscape.  That would have
placed us among the top twenty or so teams in New Jersey, but we were never able to
qualify. I did have several runners who were outstanding: one qualified for the Meet of
Champions as a freshman.  
They, in turn, mostly felt that cross-country would be an entry on their college resume.  
They were well away from those athletes who wanted to establish themselves through
the sport, or even earn a college scholarship from running.
Also, the school’s better athletes went out for soccer in the fall.  We made do with some
dozen girls each year, a couple of “transfers” from other school teams when they were
downsized.  But no one gets booted off a cross-country team, even if we had to wait until
dark for her to finish a workout.
It’s a sport with great returns for those who train and compete. You get rewarded based
on your own contribution and the team gets rewarded. You don’t have to worry about
whether the coach will put you in the game. No bench, everybody’s on the first team.
You don’t need to be fast, just committed.  The honors and medals go to the strong, the
resolute. A good coach can help you get to your own finish line, a winner.
The sport, which began formally in England in the early nineteen hundreds, is well titled.  
Runners traverse the land, usually on grass, or trails, in parks or campuses. Often with
hills to provide additional tests.
  I loved coaching cross country.
Most of us enjoy the movies, and if you happen to like classic films as I do, perhaps you’ve
seen the best ballet movie of all time, The Red Shoes.
In that film there’s a very romantic scene with a young couple in the back of a horse-drawn
carriage on the shores of the French Riviera.  The moon sparkles on the water, the carriage
moves slowly along the road, their heads become one. He turns to her and whispers:
Will we ever be as happy as this again in our lives?
Flash forward to a real life transportation scene in the late 1990s.
A school van maintains pace with traffic on New Jersey’s Garden State Parkway.  In the
back a dozen Oak Knoll girls are singing Madonna’s Like a Prayer, at the top of their
lungs.
Not the school’s alma mater, to be sure, but the team’s theme song.
Holy Madonna.  They’re on their way to a cross country meet. They’re fifteen, sixteen,
seventeen years old, intelligent, pretty and fit.  
Will they ever be as happy as this again in their lives?
Of course they will.  They are young women of promise, on their way to spectacular
achievement.

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Paul O’Shea is a lifelong participant in the track and field and running world as athlete, coach and
journalist.  After a career in corporate communications he coached a high school girls’ cross country
team and was a long-time contributor to Cross Country Journal and Athletics, the Canadian publication.
He now writes for Once Upon a Time in the Vest from hishome in northern Virginia, and can be reached
at Poshea17@aol.com.


V8 N. 68 Bits and Pieces from Air Quality to the Footlights

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Our colleague and co-conspirator, Roy Mason, who writes the T&FN synopses, sent me this report on air quality in Northern California and its effect on the high school cross country season.
As you are well aware, the state has been ravaged by forest fires.

Air quality caused the qualifying meets for the North Coast Section of CIF to be canceled ten days ago.  Everyone was advanced to the NCS meet which qualifies for state this Saturday, the 24th.  That meet was to be last Saturday but the air quality index was too high so the meet was held yesterday.  There were ten races, five of which were completed before the AQI exceeded the CIF limit of 151.  When the AQI reached 154 the meet was canceled.  Those divisions in which competition was not held will have qualifiers (individual and team) determined by the vote of a committee.  Odd, but true.



Grace Butcher on right running for Cleveland Magyar Athletic Club


On another vein entirely, I recently received a report from Grace Butcher, now an octagenarian, who once was the top 880 runner in the US, that she is now and has been performing on stage in her local theater in the Cleveland, Ohio area.  Grace has always been an iconoclastic individual, who not only ran track but raced motorcycles, wrote and published poetry, and was one of the women who pushed hard for equal rights to compete in races longer than 220 yards when it was deemed unseemly and physiologically dangerous for them to be engaging is such activities.  

Here are excerpts from a review on her current passion by 
Breanna Mona > entertainment@newsherald.com


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That's Grace in the long black dress

Geauga Lyric Theater Guild brings you the kooky and spooky “The Game’s Afoot,” on the stage of the Geauga Theater in Chardon. it’s just what the doctor ordered.
It’s not quite Halloween — although try telling that to major retailers — and the show is set in Christmastime in 1930s New England, but this ominous comedy is the perfect way to gear up for skeleton season.
The first 25 or so minutes of the show are a little stale and may not have you convinced fun does indeed lie ahead, but it's worth the slow boil for the hilarious hijinks that ensue. The script may be to blame for the early lull, or maybe the actors are using the opening dialogue as a warm-up. However, when things finally take off, they rarely slow down.
This production of Ken Ludwig ‘s 2012 play is directed by Patty Osredkar. Although it’s mysterious and murderish, above all else it’s a comedy.
How are the jokes received? They kill (pun quite intended).
The funniest member of the cast is, by far, Grace Butcher, who plays the innocent and elderly Martha Gillette. Butcher simply slays her lines and leaves the audience in fits of laughter. She’s a natural comic, and her scenes are easily the smoothest and most-adored moments of the show.

Martha is the mother of William Gillette (Michael J. Rogan), an actor who fancies himself a real-life Sherlock Holmes. Rogan captures the bold and boisterous aspects of William’s spirit. He’s endlessly loud and proud. His character is a self-absorbed show-biz personality who’s intent on discovering who is after him following his being shot on stage during his performance as Sherlock Holmes......


Hope to see you at the Emmys this year, Grace.


A look back: (We're always looking back)  Our longtime readers may recall this entry from 4 years ago about two good runners who also followed their dreams to the stage and screen.

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Wishing everyone a peaceful and happy Thanksgiving Weekend.
George Roy Steve


I didn't realize that smoke impacted the N.Cal. Regional and State XC Qualifiers. Bummer.
We have had far less smoke but they still closed th schools early.
It doesn't matter, one would think, if kids breathed the smoke indoors at school or indoors at home, here in S.calif.

I saw Grace Butcher run indoors at vaious indoor Venues, like Cleveland KC Meet, Chicago Daily News Relays & The Milwaukee Jouirnal Games.

She has true grit.

John Bork

V 8 N. 69 Colorado Runner Article on the 50th Anniversary of First Olympic Marathon Trials-

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The following article from Colorado Runner  Nov. 18, 2018 issue by Bruce Kerschner does a great job of interviewing a number of the guys who ran the first Olympic Trials marathon in Alamosa, Colorado fifty years ago.

50th Anniversary of Olympic Trials Marathon



Our humble blog also covered this story earlier this year:

Once Upon a Time in the Vest



Yesterday in conversation with a former student, Kevin,  I learned a few ideas and quotes worth noting and sharing with all.  Perhaps this was because I was in a reflective mood after learning of the passing of a good friend and fellow track nut, Phil Scott.  I will write more about Phil in a future posting.

"Without risk, there is no self exploration or expansion."  Kevin

"What is on the other side of fear?"   Kevin

"All men should strive to learn before they die, what they are running from , and to , and why."      James Thurber

"Habit rules the unreflecting herd."   Wordsworth

Enough Already.   George





V8 N. 70 Phil Scott R.I.P.

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Steve and Roy and I lost a dear friend last night, Phil Scott.  Phil was the epitome of a total track nut, coach, comedian, dad, husband, grandfather, and devout and generous human being.  Those of us who knew him already deeply miss him.   Phil read this blog regularly and always had great comments about things we put in it.  Phil was a 'fair to middlin' decathlete and had qualified to compete in the 1972 Olympic Trials when an injury sidelined him.  Phil's comment on that incident.  

Around 44 years ago a few weeks before 1972 Olympic Trials. I was helping my father knock down some old shed in back yard. I turned around and stepped on a board with nail stuck through it. Nail went all the way through foot..... First Thought, no Decathlon Olympic Trials. Second Thought, Christ had both feet and hands nailed. Third Thought not repeatable.Fourth thought why me OUCH I could not see the POINT in it."

Phil was a consumate collector of track shoes.   We did a blog piece about that collection a few years ago.  He knew the history of every shoe in that collection and regaled any visitor to his basement where he kept all of them on display.  He was also a restorer of vintage bicycles and had worked on many of the bikes now displayed in several museums in Ohio.  He also liked racing his bikes when he was a bit younger.  

Over the years, Phil moved into the coaching ranks, plying his craft at several high schools in the Dayton, Ohio area, then moving on to Cedarville University and also helping out his son Jason  who is coaching track at Montreat U. in North Carolina.  He was able to witness his son Jason win the NAIA indoor Pole Vault a few years ago.  Phil was visiting Jason and his family on Thanksgiving weekend when he suffered a massive stroke from which he did not recover.

Bill Schnier who is great with words wrote the following about Phil.

 Phil Scott, my very good friend and the ultimate track & field enthusiast just passed away. Our paths crossed many times: Kettering Striders, Beavercreek HS, University of Cincinnati, Cedarville University, East Dayton, and at many track gatherings ever since. He was the most loyal friend a man could have, always positive, always kind. 
    Phil lived to make people laugh, and he did that so often. He also lived to see athletes improve in our sport. He lived to love his family. He lived to tell stories and jokes. He lived to fix bicycles. But most of all he lived for Christ and will be looking for us some day in heaven.


Services   Crestview Baptist Church
   6600 Salem Ave.
   Clayton, OH 45315 (North of Dayton)
      Visitation: Friday, Dec. 7 4:00-8:00
      Celebration service: Saturday, Dec. 8 1:00 
      Fellowship to follow


Phil's stories were long and required some endurance to listen through to then end, but the punchlines always made that effort worthwhile.   He once told me his mother always told him, "Phil,  all I did was ask you the time of day, not how to make the watch."

One of his shorter stories concerned the time he was working at a store in Dayton called Mendelsson's which was in an old GM plant.  It was full of surplus items, military, industrial, plumbing, electrical and a new department selling surplus running shoes.  Phil was in charge of the sporting goods.  Anyway he had some Nikes for sale and a lady came in and bought a pair for her son and a week later came back irate.  She said she had put them in her washing machine and then the dryer and they came out looking like a shriveled up, dessicated apple.  She told him that nowhere on the box did it say she could  not  wash them and put them in a dryer, and she wanted her money back or a new pair of shoes.  Phil thought about her plight for a few seconds and replied,  "Lady, if you bought a new oven, I'm sure there would be nothing in the instruction book telling you that you should not stick your head in it to dry you hair."  The lady stormed out of the building, and Phil started looking for another line of work.

In the past we've had some postings about Phil's shoe collection.  He scoured the earth to find unique track shoes.  He has the pair that Joe Deloach won the 200 meters with in the Olympics, keeping Carl Lewis from getting a fourth gold in that Games.  He had shoes from the 1880s from England.  Many pairs were still in the original boxes.   Here is the link to that posting.

Another Shoe Report  

And Another

Bicycle Museum of America  
Phil restored a number of bikes in this museum in New Bremen, OH

One of Phil's restorations at Carillon Park, Dayton, OH, I think this bike has
wooden wheel rims


In May, 2017 a few of Phil's friends gathered at Steve Price's house in Piqua, OH for a gourmet lunch of baloney, white bread, Mountain Dew, and Moon Pies.  Phil came with a few of his shoes including this one, a brand and model that Livio Berutti won the 200 in at the Rome Olympics.

The shoes and Berruti edging Les Carney in 1960 at Rome. Those are plastic covers on the spikes.

George Brose (Vancouver Island), Bruce Kritzler (Sea Island, GA), Phil Scott (Springfield, OH)
Steve Price (Piqua, OH), and Bill Schnier (Cincinnati, OH)

The Spread.  Since Steve gets his nutrition through a feeding tube, he wanted to be sure
we had nothing but the very best.

Dessert

Phil in a contemplative mood
The family announced that Phil's shoe collection would be on display at his viewing.  

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This came to us from David Agosta (Lancaster , OH)  and Bruce Kritzler (Sea Island, GA)
I'm not sure who first published it.

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Not a story of a child in humble beginnings but a comment on the demands our sport makes on those who are trying to reach or stay on the highest peaks.

 Cast aside the second helping at the dining room table.  Put dessert on hold and get out for a few laps around the block.


Best wishes to all of you for 2019.

George , Roy, and Steve


V 8 N. 72 Some Idle Thoughts and Memories of Long Time Track ( Athletics) Fan

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Some Idle Thoughts and Memories of Long Time Track ( Athletics) Fan*

by Geoff Williams


The Carshalton Ponds


I was born in England just to the southwest of London in a town called Carshalton in 1934 and
started High School just as the Second World War finally came to an end.  The school was what
was called a Grammar school and had a boys’ only content.


Sport was a very important part of education in those days and I enjoyed the cross country running
and track and field events-although I was fairly mediocre at each.  I managed to get on the school
cross country team in my later years and had the ( possibly doubtful) privilege of being the first
pupil to represent the school at throwing the javelin. As I had a fairly slight build it was only
because nobody else seemed to want to do it.  My career was a very short one.



I did however find that I enjoyed what we called Athletics and was fortunate in that the White
City-then London’s premier running track was within cycling distance of my home and the sport
was very popular following the 1948 London Olympics.  My first visit to a major meet there was
in 1950 and I immediately became a fan. The stadium could hold about 50000 and usually it would
be full for most meets. To my great regret I never kept any of the programmes and this is largely
a summary of some interesting happenings that I saw at meets from that time until I emigrated
to Canada in 1959 –with a break in 1953-55 while I did my National Service with the RAF in
Holland and Germany.  I also have had occasional memories of meeting some well known athletes
over the years.
White City 1930s

1937 Program



I usually cycled to London with one or two friends and on other occasions would take public
transport.  I am not sure of the actual cost of getting in to the stadium-but I do not think it was
more than about 2 shillings.  The most important meets were the AAA ( National) Championships
and the British Gameswhich used to attract a good number of European and other foreign athletes.  
At other times there were inter city meets between London and usually European Capitals which
featured 2 athletes a side in each event.

Derek Ibbotson
Czech dual meeting?
The first significant race was in 1950 or 1951 and it was a 6 Mile race featuring a young
( I think 19) Gordon Pirie who set a World Record.  It is interesting to note that in those days
many athletes from other Commonwealth countries ran for England. I specifically remember
E. McDonald Bailey a West Indian from Trinidad who had run in the 1948 Olympic 100m final
under the GB colours and in fact won a medal in the 1952 200m.  He had little local competition
and I believe that if he had he could well have competed for the gold in 1948 and 1952.

Gordon Pirie in Action  clik here


E. McDonald Bailey


One meet that stands out for me was in 1952 after the Helsinki Olympics.  It was a dual
meet between the USA and the British Commonwealth ( Empire in those far off times).  The
quality was very high and of course the US won most events handily. I was awed by such giants
as Mal Whitfield, Arthur Wint, Parry O’Brien and Sim Iness, Jim Dillion, and Fortune Gordien
among many others.
Fortune Gordien


Parry O'Brien

Arthur Wint

Mal Whitfield, Herb McKennley



A good friend of mine from school named Ian Boyd was a year ahead of me chronologically
and light years ahead in skills.  He had set school records for the 880yd of a fraction under two
minutes and the mile at just about 4;20. For 1952 these were very good times and he was selected
to run in the London schoolboy mile that year.  He won and to add to our great excitement a
second runner from our school was in the field. Ian went on to Oxford where he ran with
Bannister and others and was picked to go to the 1954 Empire Games in Vancouver where he
won bronze in the 880yds and ran in the famous Miracle Mile.  As an addendum to this I emigrated
to Vancouver in 1959 and then went on to Victoria BC where I was a volunteer in the 1994 (then)
Commonwealth Games and had the great experience of meeting Roger Bannister and John Landy
at a luncheon where we had a chat that included talking about Ian .  (although then 60 I was still
schoolboyish enough to take my copy of Bannister’s “First Four Minutes” with me and had both
of them autograph it.)
Empire Games Vancouver 1954
Landy, Halberg, Boyd, Baillie, Bannister


In September 1953 I was called up to serve my National Service in the RAF.  I had decided
to get that out of the way before giving any thought to further education and as a result missed
out on University altogether.  After the obligatory 8 weeks of “square bashing” I was sent to
RAF Fassberg in Germany ( 8 years after the end of WW11).

This was a large station and airfield located on the Luneberger Heide near Hanover and only
about 20 miles from the East/West border.



We were all required to learn to drive as the Russians were considered likely to make a
move on us . I had never driven before but started on a 3-ton Thornycroft truck that was used
for picking up supplies for the Officers mess at a nearby town. I was terrified but seem to have
managed to get the thing running.


 I recall that the turn signal consisted of a long plank behind the driver’s head that had to
be manually pushed out to indicate a turn. In addition one had to turn a crank on the front of
the vehicle to get it going. On one occasion driving on a local road I managed to run into the
back of a horse and cart but happily no humans or animals were injured  and I seem to have
avoided the attention of the local constabulary.


I was only at that station for about six months and I am sure all the natives were relieved
when I was posted to RAF Eindhoven a large city in the south of Holland-the home of Phillips
Electric and now whereyou will find the famous Dutch soccer club PSV Eindhoven.  It was not
an airfield but a supply base for other RAF stations in the 2nd Tactical Air Force in Europe.
No need for driving to evade Russians which was a great relief. It was the only RAF station
in Holland and I spent the next 16 months there until demob-quite happily.  I found out fairly
quickly that if you were able to get on a sports team you could only compete against teams in
Germany which usually took at least two days to reach. I was competitive enough to get on the
cross country and track teams and took several train trips to parts of West Germany. I never
produced any notable results but we had a great time.  We had some dual meets and also
entered in the overall 2nd TAF cross country championships. I believe I finished a glorious
142nd or so. In 1954 we went to a town in Germany for the 2nd TAF track championships .
I ran the 1500m and did not qualify for the finals – not surprising as it was won by a fellow
called John Merriman.


We occasionally had five day weekend passes and I took advantage of them by going-with
a group of friends to both Luxembourg and Paris.  We also enjoyed going into the city of
Eindhoven where the citizens were still well disposed towards us that soon after the war and
where good food and Dutch beer ( Heineken) was to be found.)  I made one trip to Amsterdam
to see a soccer game between a Dutch and a Brazilian team. In the intermission they had a fairly
high level mini track meet. The biggest sports event we attended was the 1955 World Table
Tennis championships in Utrecht.  It was highlighted by being the first time that the Japanese
played in it and they totally dominated.


In September 1955 I was sent back to UK for demob and returned home in time for my
21st birthday.  I seem to recall that I got to the White City that month for one or two meets
but the details escape me.


From then on until I emigrated to Canada in February, 1959 I saw several inter city meets between
London and such European rivals as Warsaw. Paris and Prague as well as the British Games and
AAA championships each year.  These were men only events (the inter city matches) and continued
the idea of two men per side for each event. The quality was very high and we had a lot of top
class Americans running in the open meets. It was a time of great competition following the
breaking of the four minute mile and the Brits always had good middle and longer distance runners.

Pirie and Zatopek

Competing for Prague in ( I think) 1956 was Emil Zatopek and he was a bit late in his career
and was beaten by Pirie and another British runner but still impressed the crowd and got the
obligatory “Zat O Pek”cry.  He autographed a copy of the book on his life by Frantiszek Kozik
after the meet and it is now my prized possession. As Jim Peters was sitting behind us I also got
his autograph.. In the match against Paris Alain Mimoun ran for France and of course the cry
then was “Allez Mimoun”.



When Warsaw came Poland was one of the strongest teams in Europe and included
Kzryszkowiak, Zimny, Chromik and Sidlo amongst other world class athletes.  Some great
competition ensued. They were all floodlit meets and the stands were virtually full every time.
During one of the meets Derek Ibbotson set a new world mile record which of course brought
the crowd to its feet.  Later I was lucky enough to see the legendary Herb Elliott break the record
again. I truly think he was the most impressive athlete I ever saw.


In another meet –against a team from the US the meet directors had a wonderful idea.  
They thought it would be great if they turned off the stadium lights during the Hammer Throw.  
It is my recollection that the States were represented by Hal Connolly and Marty Engels and I am
sure the latter was throwing.  They attached fireworks to the hammer and Marty sent it skywards.
As it passed over the nearby High Jump pit the fireworks became detached and the hammer could
not be seen.  Happily it landed safely, but that was the end of that experiment.


The last major meet that I attended before leaving for Canada was the Cardiff Common-
wealth ( Empire) Games in 1958.   I went with two old school friends and we saw the entire
track programme as well as two or three other sports. They put on a marvellous show at the
old Cardiff Arms Park rugby ground .  I believe that there were only two world records but over
all the standards were very high. It proved to be the last major meet for the South Africans who
were soon after banned due to Apartheid,  One of their athletes the superb 440yd hurdler Gert
Potgeiter was one of the record breakers.
Gert Potgieter
I was saddened
to hear that some years after he lost an eye in some form of accident. The other record
went to Anna Pazera of Australia – a refugee from Poland , in the womens javelin throw.

Anna Pazera
 The English team looked
strong but was outperformed by the Aussies and NZ team and the
South Africans got good results. Herb Elliott continued his winning ways by taking both the
880yds and mile.
Elliott takes the Empire Games Mile
Cardiff Wales 1958
Also in the mile was my
old friend and schoolmate Ian Boyd who was near the end of his
career and failed to quality for the mile final much to our great regret.  One of the most exciting
events was the mens hammer. There was a strong rivalry between the England thrower Mike Ellis
and Iqbal of Pakistan. Ellis prevailed but not before officials moved a section of the grandstand
crowd where we were sitting because of fears that they would throw the implement into the stands.
It did reach the track surface but fell short of the stands themselves.  While Jamaica and Kenya
had some success they were not the powerhouses that we have seen in recent years.


A few months after that I emigrated to Canada and as I worked for a Canadian bank in London
everything was paid for and they even gave us spending money.  It was a five day trip across the
Atlantic from Tilbury near London and we left on Friday 13th of February 1959. One never forgets
such dates. The trip was quite rough due to the time of year but the three of us who were travelling
together did not miss a meal. I won the ship’s table tennis championships no doubt helped by good
sea legs –quite an experience.


We landed at Halifax on a very cold early morning on the famous Pier 21 and immediately
realised that our clothing was not suitable for a Canadian winter.  Then on to Toronto for a few days
orientation in our new country and after that a four day train trip across a frozen wilderness. A
wonderful way to see Canada.


I was placed at a bank branch in Burnaby and in the spring joined the track club at Brockton
Oval.  I am not at all sure what I expected but found it contained a good variety of athletes at all
levels including international.  They were very welcoming and I was reintroduced to Vic Stephens
a local miler who I had met in London when he was visiting for the 1958 Empire Games.  He never
quite made the top echelon but ran in the 4:10 to 4:12 range. The most interesting one was a young
lad of 18 called Harry Jerome.
Harry Jerome running for North Vancouver Track Club

Harry Jerome Still Runs near Stanley Park Vancouver
He was just completing high school and often ran with us in Stanley Park on a Sunday.  Very
soon after he broke 10 secs for the 100yd. and then went off to Oregon U. in Eugene. I saw
him run in a few races and even was a track official at one where he ran and Field Marshal
Montgomery presented awards ( goodness only knows why).    Harry of course went on to a
great career but I never met him again although I did take a Greyhound bus down to Eugene in
1960 for what ultimately became the Pre meet.  He won the100m in a good time and soon after
went on to the Rome Olympics to represent Canada.


Life in Vancouver was good and I was encouraged to stay in Canada and will celebrate the
60th year of my arrival in 3 months.  We had a few mid level track meets in Vancouver . There was
one Indoor Meet I attended in the early 60s but the only event I recall is a 300m which Lee Evans
won handily in World record time.  It was not ratified due to a mismeasurement of the track.


Around the same time there was a world class field in Vancouver for a meet .  The mile
featured Jim Grelle and Dyrol Burleson but the star was Peter Snell.  There was great excitement
of course. A good pace was set but Snell quickly fell back.  Some of the less informed even started
a mild booing but it was evident there was a problem.  He gamely finished the race in something close
to 4:20 and it turned out some time later that he had severe food poisoning.  I think Grelle beat out
Burleson in around 3:55. After the meet there was a sort of meet and greet with the athletes and
I chatted to a British miler from the sameclub as Brian Hewson ( Mitcham-very near my home).  I
also remember speaking with weightman John McGrath. For some reason the subject of drugs came
up and his opinion was even at that early date that they were in wide use by athletes.


Brian Hewson topping Herb Elliott (14)
I moved to Victoria in 1964 and they held an annual track meet that in the right years attracted
some fine US  athletes and a few from other countries. I recall seeing the likes of Steve Scott and
Sydney Maree . After around 1970 I moved to other parts of BC  and it was not until the 80s that I
saw any worthwhile track. The annual Victoria meet still attracted the top Canadians, some
Americans and as usual a few from elsewhere.  In later years as we moved into the 90s Canada had
such first class runners as Kevin Sullivan and Graham Hood so the quality was fairly high.


Then Victoria was awarded the 1994 Commonwealth Games-an event that transformed our city
of about 250,000 .  It was very well organised but those running it managed to keep a lid on costs
and it turned out to be one of the few that came out ahead on the balance sheet.  My wife and I
volunteered early on and joined a final group of some 14000 citizens on various committees. Kathi
got to take photos of arriving athletes with the very earliest digital cameras and became quite
absorbed in it  despite not being a track nut of any kind.


I was a marshal for the road events ( cycling , marathon and walks) as well as being mysteriously
selected for the Volunteer Clothing Committee- mysterious because I am almost totally colour blind.  
My wife found it hugely amusing. Nevertheless I spent a happy 30 months or so on the committee
and made a few long term friends. After we had come up with all sorts of great ideas the overall
committee decided to take on Reebok as a major sponsor and they mad all the final decisions.

Opening Ceremonies at U. of Victoria Track

Victoria Harbor


We lived near University of Victoria where the Track events were held and as a result often
saw athletes pounding the roads near our home.   A regular walker by our house was George Heller
a local businessman who was in charge oif the Games Committee. We had a few interesting chats.  
I got tickets to most of the track events and there were many exciting performances.


The Games went very smoothly but as usual not totally without incident.  Prior to the Games
there was much publicity about a young sprinter from Sierra Leone who had some problems ( I think
with equipment or something of that kind).  His name was Horace Dove-Edwin and the city rallied
around to help him. He finished in 2nd place in the 100m behind Linford Christie but was
unfortunately subsequently disqualified for a drug offense.  Christie won easily and with true sporting
class left almost immediately for home. In the Pole Vault Okkert Brits the prohibitive favourite
from South Africa failed to record a height largely due to high winds.


Over following years Victoria continued to hold the Annual International Track Meet but that
seems to be on a biennial now and does not attract the same level as it did in past years.  I had a
chance to meet and talk to Gary Reed a few times over the years. He held Canada’s 800m record
for many years until he lost it in 2018. A very stylish runner he came close to glory by placing
second in the Worlds Championships- a mere 1000th of a second behind the winner.  I found him
very pleasant and friendly.


I managed to get to one more major event and that was the Prefontaine Meet in Eugene Oregon.  
Every track fan should see that at least once in a lifetime. A great meet with a crowd that knows
the sport and  athletes from all over the world who obviously are delighted to be there. There were
the usual high quality performances but perhaps the one I remember best was Maria Mutola
winning the 800m in her last race there.


Now the best I can do is follow on line or on TV and that of course is not the same as being part
of the cheering crowd.

George Brose, John Cobley, and Geoff Williams

* Please note that all of the photos in this article except for the one directly above, have been scooped from the internet.  None have been provided by Geoff Williams.  One interesting note of the picture of Brian Hewson defeating Herb Elliott causes us to assume that this was an 880 yards race.  Herb was not known to have ever lost a mile or 1500 meters race. 

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