Had some good feedback from readers of this inane blog in recent weeks. Apparently it is read in Afghanistan and Australia. Wonder if I can stretch it all the way to Zambia and Zimbabwe. All of those countries, and quite a few inbetween, will be represented in the London Olympics 2012 so with this tenuous link I shall continue.
The most iconic image of any Olympic Games has to be the lone figure of the lead marathoner emerging from the lonely, dark shadows into the Olympic stadium holding 80,000 cheering spectators. This is where the lonelieness of the long distance runner becomes a distant memory and a rush of adrenalin kicks in for that final 400 surge to the line and immortality. I've experienced finishing races on the track (Polytechnic Marathon at Windsor, Wimbledon 10, Cheltenham 10km and others); it is a wonderful feeling even in front of a timekeeper and his dog. But in the Olympics must be the best feeling. The only other sporting occasion I can think of that can create anything like the same theatre would be the walk down the 18th fairway at the Open Golf at St Andrews with a three shot lead.
So what is happening in 2012? The marathon will finish in the Mall in Central London. Crazy decision.
The course will be numerous laps around the iconic sites of London, incorporating lots of twists and turns in our ancient city. Seb Coe, sounding somewhat embarrassed in my view because he knows where the race should finish, was wheeled out to state that it was impossible to find a safe route taking the runners to the stadium without decimating traffic congestion. Absolute rubbish, the organisers and many corporate sponsors (yes, money dictates in this horrendously commercial Olympics) didn't want the world to see the East end of London and what that would portray to the viewing tv audience around the world.
It would have been very easy to start the race in central London, put in a few loops taking in all the sites, then direct the runners towards the stadium for the finish - by this time the race would be getting serious and cameras would be concentrating on the runners and not the surroundings anyway. But no, it will be just like any other London Marathon each spring. Very sad. At least the Queen will be able to watch the finish, perhaps she can reverse the decision made by her predecessor in 1908 and lop 2.2 miles off the distance. Those 2.2 miles have caused me an awful lot of pain over the years - in New York 1983 I hit the wall and walked a lot in the last couple of miles yet still managed 2.23.
I've joined the Tower Hamlets protest group on Facebook and would urge others to do the same but sadly the decision has been made and money talks. Not least the fact that it will cost between £20 and £50 to watch the marathon!
Still on the marathon theme, I sat up all night to watch last week's Commonwealth Games marathons from Delhi. The night was made more fun as I chatted online to my darling daughter Natalie in London (I don't think she ever sleeps) and a great old friend of mine, Paul Beauvais, in Melbourne, Australia. Conditions were tough and it was very frustrating to watch as little news filtered through from down the field, but Michelle eventually emerged and was happy with 6th in the race, despite the inevitable Delhi belly, thus ending an eventful and successful year. Great run too from Ben for which there has been little publicity.
Thursday, 21 October 2010
Friday, 8 October 2010
79 is the new 39
It must be time for another posting so let's see what random stuff I can come up with - I tell you it's not easy managing a runner's blog when not running, but here goes.
A celebration of near octogenarians.
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I am lucky to know two wonderful characters who are both 79 years old. Both run and are still ambitious in the racing stakes, putting my miserable efforts into perspective. My local chum Fred Robson is 80 this Sunday (10/10/10) and will celebrate by running a charity 10km race. If he doesn't crack 60 minutes he will be annoyed with himself but will soon get over it and have half a Guinness, tend to his bees and plan his next business trip to eastern Europe. Fred never stops, in fact he has been running marathons for some 60 years. Fred can always tell a story in the pub yet doesn't go on about 'the good old days' but prefers to embrace today and the future. A wonderful man.
Ed Whitlock is a member of Ranelagh Harriers, my other club in London. He actually only ran once for the club, in the early 60's, before emigrating to Canada where he still lives. He reconnected with the club about five years ago and now runs all his races in his precious blue
Ranelagh singlet. Ed ran last week's Toronto ½ Marathon in 1.34.27, a world record for a 79 year old. He is the only man over 70 to run a marathon under three hours, clocking 2.59.10 in 2003. Like Fred he is always looking forward; he stated after Toronto that the world V80 marathon record of 3.39.18 should be well within his compass next year as long as his fragile knees hold out. I met him in Rotterdam three years ago when he was over for the marathon. When I told him that I was a Ranelagh Harrier and introduced him to Wendy, who has run for the club, and my Dutch friend Alex (pictured with Ed and me) who has socialised on many occasions with us in Richmond, he was elated to meet up with us. A lovely, self-effacing character.
"The end of a race is just a temporary marker without much significance. The same with our lives. Just because there's an end doesn't mean existence has meaning. An end point is simply set up as a temporary marker, or perhaps as an indirect metaphor for the fleeting nature of existence. It's all very philosophical." Yes, another extract from Haruki Murakami's book.
A short follow up to my last blog: I spent half a day at John Radcliffe hospital in Oxford but at the end of it I didn't get the promised elixir of life, or in my case injected dose of pamidronate to alleviate my osteitis. The very friendly doctor wanted more blood tests and to analyse my MRI scan more fully. Another appointment has been made for December - will this ever end?!
Despite all the portents of gloom from the media, I've been enjoying the Commonwealth Games and particularly enjoyed watching an Indian athlete winning bronze in the women's 10,000, the first woman to win a track medal for India. I particularly liked the lap of honour with her and the two Kenyan medallists ... incongruous but also perhaps portentious. News from Doha in Qatar, where the English team's holding camp is based, is of searing temperatures of 40ºC. This makes little sense as it is impossible to train in these conditions other than on the treadmill in air conditioned gyms. It will be bizarre for the marathoners to travel to India in a few days time for (relatively) cooler temperatures, albeit 80% humidity. Looking forward to watching the marathons next Thursday even though they start at 2am UK time (day off after that methinks).
A celebration of near octogenarians.
.
I am lucky to know two wonderful characters who are both 79 years old. Both run and are still ambitious in the racing stakes, putting my miserable efforts into perspective. My local chum Fred Robson is 80 this Sunday (10/10/10) and will celebrate by running a charity 10km race. If he doesn't crack 60 minutes he will be annoyed with himself but will soon get over it and have half a Guinness, tend to his bees and plan his next business trip to eastern Europe. Fred never stops, in fact he has been running marathons for some 60 years. Fred can always tell a story in the pub yet doesn't go on about 'the good old days' but prefers to embrace today and the future. A wonderful man.
Ed Whitlock is a member of Ranelagh Harriers, my other club in London. He actually only ran once for the club, in the early 60's, before emigrating to Canada where he still lives. He reconnected with the club about five years ago and now runs all his races in his precious blue
Ranelagh singlet. Ed ran last week's Toronto ½ Marathon in 1.34.27, a world record for a 79 year old. He is the only man over 70 to run a marathon under three hours, clocking 2.59.10 in 2003. Like Fred he is always looking forward; he stated after Toronto that the world V80 marathon record of 3.39.18 should be well within his compass next year as long as his fragile knees hold out. I met him in Rotterdam three years ago when he was over for the marathon. When I told him that I was a Ranelagh Harrier and introduced him to Wendy, who has run for the club, and my Dutch friend Alex (pictured with Ed and me) who has socialised on many occasions with us in Richmond, he was elated to meet up with us. A lovely, self-effacing character."The end of a race is just a temporary marker without much significance. The same with our lives. Just because there's an end doesn't mean existence has meaning. An end point is simply set up as a temporary marker, or perhaps as an indirect metaphor for the fleeting nature of existence. It's all very philosophical." Yes, another extract from Haruki Murakami's book.
A short follow up to my last blog: I spent half a day at John Radcliffe hospital in Oxford but at the end of it I didn't get the promised elixir of life, or in my case injected dose of pamidronate to alleviate my osteitis. The very friendly doctor wanted more blood tests and to analyse my MRI scan more fully. Another appointment has been made for December - will this ever end?!
Despite all the portents of gloom from the media, I've been enjoying the Commonwealth Games and particularly enjoyed watching an Indian athlete winning bronze in the women's 10,000, the first woman to win a track medal for India. I particularly liked the lap of honour with her and the two Kenyan medallists ... incongruous but also perhaps portentious. News from Doha in Qatar, where the English team's holding camp is based, is of searing temperatures of 40ºC. This makes little sense as it is impossible to train in these conditions other than on the treadmill in air conditioned gyms. It will be bizarre for the marathoners to travel to India in a few days time for (relatively) cooler temperatures, albeit 80% humidity. Looking forward to watching the marathons next Thursday even though they start at 2am UK time (day off after that methinks).
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