(The story of my running reaches the end of high school, preceded by parts 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13 and 14.)
I always ran well at Shawnee Mission North. I PR'd there in the 1600 as a sophomore, the 3200 as a junior and the 1600 as a senior. (Years later, I even won a couple Corporate Challenge races on that track.) As I've said before, I thrived on settling old scores. And I considered my junior year SM North Relays disqualification to be the biggest score of all.
The two weeks between the KU Relays and SM North were fairly uneventful. At Bonner Springs, I anchored our winning 3200 relay, won the open 800 and ran a 53-second leg on our champion 1600 relay. We raced twice the next week. On Tuesday, at Olathe North, I won the 1600 in 4:22 and the 800 in a PR of 1:57, before clocking another 53-second leg on the 1600 relay. I raced four times at our Saturday home meet, anchoring the winning 3200 relay, winning the 1600 and 800, then running another 53-second 1600 relay split.
As I mentioned in a previous entry, I had a terrible cold early in the season. Some shortness of breath bothered me in the ensuing weeks and I finally went to see a doctor in mid-April. He speculated that I had trained through walking pneumonia and prescribed an inhaler for bronchiospasms. It's a partial explanation for why the season wasn't going as well as I hoped.
That was the state of things going into my final SM North Relays. With league, regionals and state coming up, we knew this would be my last chance for a fast 1600. I desperately wanted to run 4:10, a somewhat foolish notion given I'd not eclipsed 4:22 all season, and my closest competitor couldn't break 4:20. Still, I gave it a whirl, running the first and second laps in 60 and 65 seconds. A 66-second third lap squelched my 4:10 hopes, but I managed to finish in a PR and meet record of 4:16.
Coach Wilson made me run the 800 later that night. I didn't want to, but I'm glad he forced the issue. It was one more chance to run against my old rival, DeSoto's Ryan Johnson. His school had dropped back to Class 4A, meaning we wouldn't have a regional or state rematch.
Anyone watching that 800 would have assumed I was out of it at the halfway mark. I'd have agreed. My legs, heavy from the 1600, could only muster a 59-second first lap. But something magical happened during the next 200 meters. I didn't feel I was running any faster, but I somehow glided past everyone. Everyone except Ryan. I settled behind him with 200 meters left, knowing I had, at best, 100 meters of gas in the tank. At the top of the homestraight, I moved alongside him as if to say, "Let's settle this thing." It was a dead sprint to the finish, with me inching just ahead for a 1:57 win.
As I tried to catch my breath, I felt an arm put me in a headlock, punctuated by, "You son of a….!" It was Ryan, good-natured as always. I can't express how fun it was to race against him.
There's not much to say about the rest of the season. The regional meet kind of said it all. I tried, again, to run a fast 1600. After a 2:04 first half, I slowed to a 4:17 finish. I ran a 9:36 3200 later that night. Pretty good double by most standards. It merited this journal entry: "Didn't feel very good in either race. Wasn't very loose. Didn't care too much about the 3200. Just didn't put enough mental energy in." It's hard to believe anyone could get bored with winning. But that's just what was happening. I knew no one could compete with me at state and I easily defended my 3200 (9:25) and 1600 (4:21) titles.
I know I should have enjoyed that season more than I did. The only race I lost was the mile at KU. (After I had won the two-mile a few hours earlier.) By any measure, that's a very good record. But I was bummed about not running faster. One could argue that it's hard to run a 4:10 1600 or 9:00 3200 when no one around you can run 4:20 or 9:30. But I still felt I should have found a way to get closer to those goals.
A change of scenery was long overdue.
Saturday, March 13, 2010
Saturday, March 6, 2010
Running: H.S. Senior Track (The beginning)
(The running saga continues with part 14. Here are parts 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12 and 13.)
I raced 19 individual events during my final high school track season, winning 18 of them. Yet, reading my journals from that period, one would think nothing went right.
I developed a terrible cold the first week of practice, which caused me to take three days off from training. I noted various symptoms in my journal for several weeks. (More on that next time.)
Our first meet was cancelled because of poor weather, so we didn't race until April 4 at Paola. I opened with a 4:31 mile, a 2:03 (meet record) 800 and a 55-second split on the mile relay. The day's journal entry: "Didn't really run very well. Tight during 1600 and not up for 800."
We headed to Bishop Miege the next week, where I anchored our 3200 relay and won slow 1600 and 3200 races. That 1600 was the first sign of how frustrating the season would be. When the gun went off, the pack bunched up behind me as we jogged a 71 second first lap. On the homestretch of the second lap, I veered into lane four, turned around and motioned, as if to ask if anyone else cared to lead (or run hard.) No one did. We hit the half in 2:22. I ran the last 800 in 2:12 for the win.
The same scene played out at most of our meets, with two exceptions.
The KU Relays arrived the week after Miege. A stacked two-mile field included Emporia's Kevin Newkirk (the 6A cross country champ), Tulsa's Eric Richard (an Oklahoma state champ), Wichita's Tony Greene and a host of other studs from around the region. I knew I'd have great competition to accompany the chip on my shoulder from not qualifying for KU the previous year.
After a quick first 440 (67 seconds), we slowed to laps of 71, 73, 75 and 78. The pedestrian pace was a Godsend for me, because I felt sluggish. If the first mile had been 4:40 or faster, instead of 4:46, I'm not sure what would have happened. As it was, I clung to the back of the lead pack with two laps to go.
About 100 yards from launching my traditional 600-to-go kick, I sensed someone moving to pass on the outside. Not wanting to risk being boxed, I decided it was time to go all in. I sprinted to the lead and ran scared for 600 yards. It wasn't until I entered the final stretch that I heard the announcer say, "Let's bring in our first boys champion of the day…" I relaxed a bit, not hearing the end of the sentence: "…not yet decided." Little did I know Ray Gorze of Greeley, CO was bearing down on me. I crossed the finish line less than a second ahead of him. The final 880 yards was covered in 2:11, giving me a new two-mile PR of 9:27.
It was one of two highlights that season. The second came three weeks later, when I had a last chance for a fast 1600, as well as a final race with my favorite rival. It would all happen on the track where I'd been disqualified the previous year. In Michael Corleone terms, it was time to settle all family business.
I raced 19 individual events during my final high school track season, winning 18 of them. Yet, reading my journals from that period, one would think nothing went right.
I developed a terrible cold the first week of practice, which caused me to take three days off from training. I noted various symptoms in my journal for several weeks. (More on that next time.)
Our first meet was cancelled because of poor weather, so we didn't race until April 4 at Paola. I opened with a 4:31 mile, a 2:03 (meet record) 800 and a 55-second split on the mile relay. The day's journal entry: "Didn't really run very well. Tight during 1600 and not up for 800."
We headed to Bishop Miege the next week, where I anchored our 3200 relay and won slow 1600 and 3200 races. That 1600 was the first sign of how frustrating the season would be. When the gun went off, the pack bunched up behind me as we jogged a 71 second first lap. On the homestretch of the second lap, I veered into lane four, turned around and motioned, as if to ask if anyone else cared to lead (or run hard.) No one did. We hit the half in 2:22. I ran the last 800 in 2:12 for the win.
The same scene played out at most of our meets, with two exceptions.
The KU Relays arrived the week after Miege. A stacked two-mile field included Emporia's Kevin Newkirk (the 6A cross country champ), Tulsa's Eric Richard (an Oklahoma state champ), Wichita's Tony Greene and a host of other studs from around the region. I knew I'd have great competition to accompany the chip on my shoulder from not qualifying for KU the previous year.
After a quick first 440 (67 seconds), we slowed to laps of 71, 73, 75 and 78. The pedestrian pace was a Godsend for me, because I felt sluggish. If the first mile had been 4:40 or faster, instead of 4:46, I'm not sure what would have happened. As it was, I clung to the back of the lead pack with two laps to go.
About 100 yards from launching my traditional 600-to-go kick, I sensed someone moving to pass on the outside. Not wanting to risk being boxed, I decided it was time to go all in. I sprinted to the lead and ran scared for 600 yards. It wasn't until I entered the final stretch that I heard the announcer say, "Let's bring in our first boys champion of the day…" I relaxed a bit, not hearing the end of the sentence: "…not yet decided." Little did I know Ray Gorze of Greeley, CO was bearing down on me. I crossed the finish line less than a second ahead of him. The final 880 yards was covered in 2:11, giving me a new two-mile PR of 9:27.
It was one of two highlights that season. The second came three weeks later, when I had a last chance for a fast 1600, as well as a final race with my favorite rival. It would all happen on the track where I'd been disqualified the previous year. In Michael Corleone terms, it was time to settle all family business.
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