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It’s hard to picture Pre running a marathon, the lack of patience and the way he would thrash himself in shorter races makes me think he’d have absolutely blown up and staggered home in a marathon at least once, but who knows. – Waffle Iron, LetsRun.com The Golden Anniversary of The Great One’s passing. The…
When you watch track and field for the first time, you may wonder why the sprinters seem about to punch someone – okay, milers, too – while meanwhile the pole vaulters are all hugging one another. The latter have learned a lesson – you compete against the event, not against each other. You can learn a lot from track & field. About yourself, if nothing else.
If you haven’t already discovered this book, this may be the greatest track biography ever written. I don’t think Kenny Moore could have touched this. I am only 50 pages into it since I read it only at breakfast, but this is fantastic.
Not so fast, my friend.
Mrs. Slaney’s birthday, my knee blew up again and I cannot stand on my own two feet. Going on a month now, too depressed to write and hard to find a comfortable position to compose. Tough times. Then I get on social media and hello, it’s Benji Durden’s birthday. He always manages to cheer me…
2025. Brooksville, Florida. Five in the afternoon. Hot and humid in the pouring rain. Left Knee (“Neal”) blew up again. Regular readers might know, that’s the fourth time. Four. 4. Dog in my lap, ice bag on my compression wrapping. Pain so bad, my knee specialist has agreed to see me in just ten days….
“Let me bring to your attention to the increased cover price. The additional twenty-five cents is our response to a number of running stores who requested a larger retail margin. The extra quarter is being passed on directly to those stores, and RUNNING’s income will not be affected.” – From the Publisher Recently surprised by…
Still get a kick out of seeing my name in print, in any periodical – English or otherwise – that ain’t the police blotter. Or the obits.
‘Steve Prefontaine had nothing to do with the design of the Pre Montreal.’
He came into my life when I was 15 years old and molded me into a competitor. He came back into my life when I was 46, divorced, lost and broken. He reminded me that I had a champion’s heart and to never quit. Here’s to you Coach Noe De Leon! The teams are ready…
In many ways, he was Steve Prefontaine before Pre and Bill Bowerman after Bowerman, and his own man throughout his time in Eugene. – Doug Binder, Dyestat