Running: 1991 Regional Track

(To recap, a longtime friend, John Rinkenbaugh, recently blogged about Tom Dowling, the man who introduced us in the early 1990s. John's blog inspired me to write about running and what led me to become so enamored with it. Tom is a big part of the story. So is John. And Greg Wilson. And countless others. I'm writing this as much for myself and the preservation of memories as anything else. But, perhaps the story might mean something to someone else, too. Here's Part 10:)

My running confidence was at an all-time high as I approached my junior season regional track meet. I’d never felt so driven. The regional was held at Shawnee Mission North, site my disqualification just two weeks earlier.

Aquinas had jumped from Class 4A to 5A between my sophomore and junior years. As luck would have it, DeSoto also moved up and was in our regional. So I would again get to meet my rival, reigning 4A 1600 champ Ryan Johnson.

As disappointing as the 1990 State 1600 “tripping” was, it taught me the front of the pack is sometimes the best place to be. It’s a lot harder to trip and fall when you’re leading. (Though I almost managed to do it. More on that next time.) I left nothing to chance in the 1600, my first race of the regional. I bolted to the lead on the first curve and stayed there through laps of 62, 67, 66 and 63 seconds for a perfectly split 4:18.9. Ryan finished seven seconds back.

A few hours later, I toed the line for the 3200. This time, I was content to let others set the early pace. My confidence was such that I had no doubt I would own the last 600 meters. We hit the mile mark in 5:01. The pace slowed and my sixth lap was run in 80 seconds, the slowest of the race. I took the lead and, as we entered the backstretch of the seventh lap, Miege’s Dan Decoursey passed me, sparking a roar of approval from his cheering section. I shook my head and said to myself, “Well, if that’s the way he wants to play it…,” and started my kick a little early. I ran the last lap in 65 seconds and won by 16 seconds.

In 1991, it wasn’t nearly as easy to know who was running fast throughout the state as it is today. But I did know our regional was one of the better ones. Having defeated Ryan in the 1600 and Dan in the 3200, I was pretty sure I was the one to beat at the state meet in Wichita. But if there’s one thing I’d learned from the previous year’s “tripping,” it’s that I couldn’t count on a state title until the gold medal was in hand.