Wednesday, July 18, 2018

V 8 N. 48 All Kinds of Stuff

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There have been some grumblings lately over the effect on old timers when Track and Field News went digital, sort of like when Bob Dylan went electric on July 25, 1965.  Still it is a great source of information, and we'll all have to get used to it or live without.  It's the future, welcome to it.

Here is one example.

George, Roy,
Jan. 1968 was my first issue of Track & Field News. Sure had 50 years of enjoyable reading and memorization. Currently printing out copies of new issues to send to my technically challenged brother.  The last issue Ncaa) was 158 pages (one side) and cost $15 to mail (also had a book and some shorts in box). I've been printing it at work. The previous two issues both required changing the ink carriage midway!

Ouch.  Our reader will remain anonymous for obvious reasons.  ed. 

On another subject:
Dear George:
I heard about Ted Corbitt very soon after I began distance running in 1947.  He was beginning to be a legend even then.
However, a story I heard (or read) about him has always stuck with me.
Apparently, Ted used to run to work in the morning and run home at night as a regular part of his training.  His route went past one of New York's famed mental institutions, but I can't remember which one.
On one morning, Ted was planning to race that afternoon so he cut short his run and was walking when he passed the facility.  A guard at the front gate came out and asked:
"Is anything wrong?"
Ted replied, "No!  Why do you ask?" and the guard answered
"I've never seen you walk before"
That's how legends are born.
Take care,
Tom Coyne

Mystery Photo   We were asked to ID the guy second on the right.
That was easy.  Nick Kitt just left of George Young.  Ron Daws extreme left.  How bout the other two guys?  It was taken at Alamosa at the 1968 marathon trials.
Anybody know who #62 might be? or the guy in civvies?
Others are Ron Daws,  Nick Kitt, and George Young

I was at that race, and remember it was run in 5 mile loops. UTEP Aussie Kerry Pearce get a big lead, but got a blister and was done for at about 20 miles. Don’t know who #62 is.

For aging runners
Here is a workout being done by Bill Blewett.  He ran 4:02 and sub 14:00 40 years ago.  He is about 70 years old now.   I'm sending this because of his concept of effect of isovolumic contractions in the ventricles after he stops running and walks and how he is measuring his fitness level by recording or counting the number of isovolumic contractions.  I suppose too he has taught himself to use the stethoscope on himself to take those measurements. 

Bill is an engineer and very well read on conditoning.  I tend to believe what he writes, because I know he is so thorough in his work.  He's also written a very good book called Science of the Fastball which was inspired by his son's pitching and two resulting  Tommy John surgeries and still throwing 97 mph after the second surgery.  Unfortunately by then he was 27 and too old for the majors to be interested anymore.  

My workouts have been excellent lately, and I feel almost like I'm 22 again, but certainly not as fast.  Every other day I run a threshold interval workout on the treadmill while wearing a Polar heart monitor that displays a graph of my heart rate on my Iphone.  I run eight reps of a 4-minute run-walk cycle -- two minutes of running at 5 mph, followed by a 2-minute walk at 2.2 mph.  I increase the running pace to 5.5, 6, 6.5, 7, 7.2, 7.4, and 7.6, getting my pulse only as high as 155 or 160 and having it drop about 70 to 75 bpm in the 2-minute walk.  By keeping the workout intensity the same over time, I can sense improvement in my aerobic power by the average and maximum pulse rate of the workout.  I also count isovolumic heart beats after the workout using a stethoscope, and I get about 3 to 5 pressure-induced rhythm disruptions in the first minute of rest and about 10 to 20 in the second minute.  These are what I believe strengthens the heart during interval training.  They occur when there is a rapidly declining heart rate.
I had to look up isovolumic heart beat.  It refers to a very brief period of much less than a second when the ventricles
start to contract, but the valves don't open right away or even the aorta and other peripheral arteries resist the ejection of blood from the heart, so the heart is doing an isometric contraction,  not moving while the valves are still closed.  Then the valves open and they can fully contract, in an isotonic contraction.  GB

Yes, what you see is Willie Nelson in a road race somewhere in Texas.  According to an irrefutable source, Willie was into running for awhile in the Austin, TX area.  Probably  back in the 1970s.  Notice no one is wearing numbers, hair styles, girls' clothing, square  trim on the newer cars.  We published this photo years ago, but thought some of you might have missed it.

The ‘Pedestrian’ Who Became One of America’s First Black Sports Stars
In 1880, Frank Hart wowed audiences at New York’s Madison Square Garden by walking 565 miles in six days.
APRIL 17, 2018
ON APRIL 10, 1880, NEW York’s original Madison Square Garden was packed with sports fans. Men in the arena roared. Ladies waved their handkerchiefs. A band struck up “Home Sweet Home,” the classic 1823 American folk ballad. They had come to see Frank Hart, one of the best “pedestrians” of his day.
“I’ll break those white fellows’ hearts!” Hart, an immigrant from Haiti, vowed before the race. “I will—you hear me!”
Eighteen men competed in the race. Three of them were African Americans, including Hart. After Hart crossed the victory line, fans showered him with bouquets of flowers. His trainer handed him a broomstick to hold the American flag aloft during his victory laps.
Hart had won a “six-day go-as-you-please” endurance race. “The rules were simple,” explained Mile High Card Company, a sports auction house, in 2010. “Participants, called ‘pedestrians’ were free to run, walk, crawl, and scratch their way around an oval track as many times as possible in the course of six days, sleeping on cots within the oval, and usually for less than four hours per day.” Hart set a new world record by walking 565 miles, or 94 miles per day. His prize was $21,567, including $3,600 he legally betted on himself. It was the equivalent of almost a half million dollars today.
Hart broke racial barriers in sports just 12 years after African-Americans achieved full citizenship with the Fourteenth Amendment to the U.S. Constitution. And yet, in the 21st century, he has been largely forgotten. However, the recent discovery of a Frank Hart trading card, now for sale through Heritage Auctions, the nation’s largest collectibles auction house, has illuminated his legacy once more.
For a brief period from the late-1870s through the 1880s—at the dawn of professional baseball in the United States—pedestrianism was the national pastime. And Hart was one of its leading names.
After emigrating to the United States from Haiti sometime in the 1870s when he was in his teens, Hart worked in a grocery store in Boston. There, he began competing in local races to make extra money. Daniel O’Leary, a savvy Irish immigrant and sports promoter, who had previously held the record for six-day racing, spotted Hart’s talent and decided to finance his career.

Hart’s given name was actually Fred Hichborn. But when he became a professional athlete, he figured “Frank Hart” had more of a commercial ring. The press soon nicknamed O’Leary’s client “Black Dan” because the two men shared similar racing styles. Newspapers also referred to him as the “Negro Wonder.”
While the national press was adulatory, it nevertheless wrestled with stereotypes. As documented in the book Pedestrianism by Matthew Algeo, a Brooklyn Daily Eagle editor saluted “Our Friend Mr. Hart,” whose exploits proved that “there’s nothing in a black skin or wooly hair that is incompatible with fortitude.” The Salt Lake Daily Heraldheadlined its laudatory story, “The Colored Boy Gets Away with the [Championship] Belt.”
Hart endured his share of racial abuse and violent threats from hostile spectators. Competitors refused to shake his hand at the starting line. An Irish rival with a brogue dismissed him as “the nagur.”
“[During a Boston competition,] a spectator tried to throw pepper in Hart’s face, though for reasons unclear,” writes Algeo. “The attack may have been racially motivated, though it may have been just as well motivated by gambling.”
There is some controversy among historians surrounding an attempted poisoning during a race in 1879 at Madison Square Garden. O’Leary firmly denied it, but in an academic paper titled “Old Time Walk and Run,” the historian Kelly Collins concludes otherwise: “After a spectator gave him some soda water he became severely ill and it was determined that he was poisoned.” Hart won the race anyway.
But the heyday of pedestrianism in America was short-lived. In the late 1880s, the craze gave way to baseball as the number one sport. A handful of black ballplayers appeared in the major leagues in the mid-1880s before they were systematically banned by an unwritten Jim Crow system known as the “color-line” in 1887. By then, Hart’s best option to eke out a living as an athlete was to play professional baseball in the Negro Leagues.
During the 19th century, white baseball kept incomplete records, and the Negro Leagues kept virtually none. Hart thus suffers from the historical indignity of being unattached to a specific team. Most accounts simply link him to the nameless Negro League baseball team in Chicago. In May 1884The Washington Bee reported that the “colored pedestrian plays shortstop for a colored baseball club known as the St. Louis Black Stockings.”
Hart should have been able to retire. “Keep in mind, in 1880 a good weekly wage in the U.S. was approximately $11, or less than $600 a year,” the journalist Kevin Paul Dupont wrote in The Boston Globe. “Hart’s take for that one [1880] event approached nearly 30 years’ worth of wages.”
Alas, he burned through his fortune. “Like many other sporting men, he was a big liver and a good spender,’’ reported the Cleveland Gazette in Hart’s obituary, as noted on Track and Field News. The Gazette revealed that Hart lived the last 20 years of his life off “the charity of friends.” Playing big league baseball surely didn’t help. Most white professionals played for very little money, and black players for even less.
Hart died young, like other legendary African-American athletes, including Josh Gibson (known as “the black Babe Ruth”) who died at 36 and Jackie Robinson, who broke the color-line in 1947 by becoming the first African-American player in Major League Baseball in the 20th century. Robinson died at 53. The famed pedestrian took his final step at age in 1908 at 50 years old in relative obscurity. The cause of death was listed as tuberculosis.
In the collecting community, cards featuring Gibson and Robinson are highly collectible, but Hart’s are not, despite their extreme rarity. Heritage Auctions is selling what is believed to be only the third Hart trading card ever found. (The sale ends April 18, 2018.) Both were issued in packages to stimulate sales of cigarettes. Hart was certainly one of the first black superstars featured on his own trading card. But while photo cards of Hart were in great demand in his heyday, very few of them have survived. In contrast to cards of baseball players, those of pedestrians were not keepsakes after the sport fizzled.
A contractor uncovered the latest Hart card, and 286 other sports and non-sports cards, while cleaning out an attic in an old house in Hartford, Connecticut. It is part of a rare sports set produced in Rochester, New York, by a company promoting a brand of cigarettes.
“Frank Hart should be remembered as a pioneer ultramarathoner who pushed the limits of human endurance,” notes Black Past, a digital reference guide to African-American history. “He offered hope that blacks and whites could compete against each other as equals. He was also wildly popular with thousands of spectators of all races who followed the sport.”

Gary Corbitt

Curator: Ted Corbitt Archives

Hope you enjoyed this potpurri of stories.
George Roy Steve

Tuesday, July 17, 2018

V6 N. 47 George Scott R.I.P.

John Lawson, former U. of Kansas All American sent us this note about the passing of George Scott former New Mexico and Oklahoma City U.  ed.

June 15, 2018

Want to report that Australian George Scott of the U of New Mexico passed on Friday June 15th. He was 81. He won every WAC conference title in Cross Country and Track and beat Bob Day’s NCAA 2 mile record running 8:34. He was never acknowledged by the Australian T&F community as were many Australian athletes who competed in the US.

I have been in contact with George over the years. We trained  together in the late 60’s and early 70’s. We trained with Lazlo Tabori in 1972. He moved back to Perth, WA (Western Australia)  in 2003. 
He came to San Francisco in 2015 and we got together. I met his niece last September in Los Angeles as she was putting his affairs in order.  She emailed me of his passing. Friday. 

George trained in Albuquerque at altitude and should have been added to the 1968 Aussie Olympic team. He could have crossed the Border into Mexico and flew to Mexico City for maybe $100. 

Very good friend of mine.


Ned Price contributed this photo of George Scott, Dan Shaughnessy, Bill Silverberg and probably Deacon Jones.

Dan Shaughnessy #54   (CAN/Southern Illinois) Deacon Jones
Bill Silverberg #13 and George Scott (Oklahoma City U.) #46

Our photographer, Ned Price also sent the second photo and though it is 6 years older I decided to include it rather than lose it in my files.  ed.

Also attaching a photo from 1958
AAU meet that Al Lawrence won in 1958. Max Truex is wearing the dark glasses. Temperature 12 degrees.

This notice of George Scott having left us struck close to home as I well remember him from my running days at the U. of Oklahoma.  He was a 24 year old Freshman at Oklahoma City University in 1962.   That was a time when a number of Aussies began arriving on the Southwest shores of the US to dominate US distance running for a few years.  The Australian track higher ups saw it as a 'brain drain' and eventually put a stop to it by threatening to ban any Aussie athlete who defected to run in US colleges. Those Aussie administrators in retrospect appear to be as short sighted as the US AAU administrators of the day and definitely as bigoted after refusing to select  Peter Norman for the 1972 Olympic team after he had supported Tommie Smith and John Carlos on the awards stand in Mexico City in 1968.   

Johnny Morris the coach at Houston got a number them out before the Kangaroo Curtain descended. Those at Houston included Al Lawrence the 10,000 meter bronze medallist at Melbourne, Pat Clohessy, Geoff Walker, Barrie Almond,  and Laurie Elliott, Herb Elliott's baby brother.  High Jumper,  Colin Ridgeway matriculated at Lamar Tech.  Oliver Jackson corralled  John Lawler  at Abilene Christian, and Jack Daniels managed to rope George Scott at OCU.  Not only did Johnny Morriss get the Aussies, he also picked up an Polish army defector, John Macy after he jumped ship at the European Track Championships in Switzerland.  Before the Kenyans started turning up at universities across the continent,these guys had  walked in and were clearly better, more seasoned runners than most 18 year olds coming into the American colleges at the time.

For a good read about those times in a very humorous vein, clik on  John Lawler's Summertime Chronicles

followed by Lawler Go West Young Man  

followed by  Lawler Off to Work We Go

followed by Lawler: A Banana and a Dime

followed by  Dial M for Murder 

 I remember that George Scott seemed even older than the average, like maybe 35 years,  he just had a rather aged appearance, but boy could he stride out on the cross country course.  Daniels was just establishing himself as a knowledgeable coach at Oklahoma City.  Somehow that program went away, and he went down to San Antonio to be part of the coaching staff for the national pentathlon team.  He had been on the Olympic pentathlon teams in 1956 1960 winning a bronze and a silver medal.    While at Oklahoma City he was participating in endurance studies with Bruno Balke at the Federal Aviation Administration in Midwest City, OK.  We distance runners at OU and his boys were asked to do Max VO2 treadmill tests as part of an early study on cardiac rehab.  I guess we were providing data on what hightly trained runners were capable of producing as far as oxygen consumption capacity was concerned.  I don't recall them taking blood samples.  We were being compared with people on the other end of the spectrum who had had myocardial infarcts.  Balke, a German of the old school  had participated on Himalyan expeditions in the 1930s. He  would stand there and scream at some of the cardiac patients to keep going on the treadmill while the undergrads cringed and hid behind filing cabinets.  Apparently he never lost a subject during the testing.  Anyway I'm sure that Jack Daniels learned alot in those days from Dr. Balke.  One thing we knew he was doing was a lot more overdistance work than we the traditionalists were doing.  So to try to match George Scott and his gang, our coach Bill Carroll took us all out on Interstate 35  twenty miles from campus and let us off there to run home on a hot Oklahoma Fall afternoon.  On the flat  prairie, we could see the campus high rises for the last 15 miles of that run.  We ran along the median or on the side of the Interstate for almost the full twenty with cars flying by at 80 mph, no water, and wearing old thin soled canvas running shoes.  Somehow we all made it in, but didn't feel much like running for about a week.  Only one of us had ever run more than ten miles prior to that day.  

When Daniels moved and the program died in Oklahoma City, Scott transferred to the University of New Mexico where he had a very successful career as noted above by John Lawson.     GB

Friday, July 13, 2018

V 8 N. 43 Book Review "My Marathon, Reflections on a Gold Medal Life" by Frank Shorter and John Brant

To read an autobiography of someone who was a contemporary, though miles above one's own abilities in the sport of long distance running invites a visit to one's own  past making comparisons along the way through the protagonist's journey.   This was my experience while reading  Frank Shorter's autobiography co-written with John Brant. 

I have reviewed an earlier work by Mr. Brant,  (see: The Boy Who Runs, The Odyssey of Julius Achon) and corresponded with him about that book.  Five years prior to the publication of Frank's autobiography, Mr. Brant had also written an article about Frank for Runner's World.  Though I'm not a regular reader of that magazine, by chance I had seen the issue and photocopied the article which discussed Frank's childhood experiences of living in a family with a very abusive father, not only abusive, but one who on the surface was above reproach in his community.  I have worked in the field of child protection as a mediator in Ohio and now in British Columbia for twenty  years and have seen the worst of cases.  I can safely say that the Shorter family was near the top in levels of violence perpetrated  toward children, and by today's standards, had the facts been known, the Shorter children would have been taken from Dr. Shorter's custody, and by today's legal standards Dr. Shorter would have served some serious jail time for his parenting aggressions. However it must be remembered that it's only been since the 1970's in our country that laws have been on the books protecting children from abuse by their parents.  Had the Shorter children spoken to authorities in the 1950s and 1960s when the abuse was going on, it is not likely that anyone would have believed them, and nothing would have changed for them.  While Frank Shorter survived and thrived after a childhood of abuse, it must be remembered that many, many of these children do not do well and often repeat the sins of the parents.

It took Frank many years into adulthood to be able to publicly reveal what went on behind the walls of his family home.  The Runner's World article in 2011 revealed that story, and the  book tells it in greater depth.  For years I saved that article as a reminder to myself each day what I was seeing in families whose secrets had been discovered and brought to the attention of social workers, teachers, police, and eventually the legal system.   I even handed off copies of that article to new social workers coming into the field.  So it is not without a lot of anger that I read this book.

The book describes how Frank was able to function outside the home and move through school life and focus on becoming a great runner whose athletic history we all know.  It took incredible will and an innate sense of survival to accomplish what he accomplished.  He certainly personifies the old proverb of 'If it doesn't kill me, it will make me stronger'.  My Marathon, Reflections on a Gold Medal Life is not just about child abuse but that theme winds through descriptions of how Frank's running career  and professional life grew and evolved.   The book covers Frank's  philosophy of running, and what he did after his skills and abilities began to fade.  He tracks the history of his relationship with Steve Prefontaine, Jack Bacheler, John Parker, Kenny Moore and others of that period.  He also talks about his time in Gainsville with the Florida Track Club, the fight for recognition from the AAU for compensation to runners like any other profession, and the rise of and his role in the formation of the US Anti Doping Agency.  His workouts with Pre are an historic record of how elite runners trained in those days.  He was consistent as few can ever be with his workouts, 11:00 each morning, and 3:30 each afternoon, and his ability to self coach is something truly unique in modern distance running.  All this can be taken away by the end of the book.  The story could seem braggadocio for everything he has accomplished in his life, but Frank also comes off as a humble person who has had to overcome roadblocks that many of us will hopefully never see.

At the 25 KM point in Munich

This book will serve the baby boomer generation of runners, especially those of us who were running in the 1960s and 70s, and it can be a primer for the new generations of runners showing them what they can and  must do if they hope to achieve greatness or at least tap the strengths that they were given at birth.

Without boring the reader by citing his training diaries, Brant and Shorter convey the types of workouts that were done in those days.  Shorter credits his coaches in high school and at Yale for getting him going and then cutting the reins and letting him figure things out for himself.  Sam Green and Warren Hall at Mt. Hermon prep school and Bob Giegengack at Yale who clearly saw that Frank had the intelligence to be his own coach.
Boston 1978

As a supplement to this excellent book I would recommend that folks also read Bill Rodgers' autobiography Marathon Man, previously reviewed in this blog.  See  Marathon Man  clik here.
Both men's careers overlapped.  They were New Englanders, though from very different backgrounds.  Frank chose to travel to Florida and Oregon to train, whereas Bill pretty much stayed at home.  They were both surrounded at times by great runners to learn from, Bill with Amby Burfoot and Jeff Galloway, and Frank with Prefontaine, Bacheler, and Parker.  Success can derive along many paths which both men's histories seem to indicate.

In communicating with Mr. Brant, he admitted to a couple of errors of fact in the book, which I will not mention to you.  They are purely historical error and do not take anything away from the importance of this book.

What a complete review of Shorter's book.  I was unaware of this book and also his life as an abused child.  Where can I get this book?  Is it for sale at Barnes & Noble, one of the few bookstores still thriving in Cincinnati?
   Thanks to you, I am aware that children had no rights before the 1970s and that a man was king of his castle.  Many today wish to return to those days of glory for one member of a household but days of agony for everyone else.  In reading about other such survivors, it is truly inspiring to see what they have accomplished, known all along that for every person who has overcome abuse to rise to great heights, there are so many others whose lives have been destroyed.  Even so, such stories are worth reading to keep us centered and reminded how to lead as men.  
   Keep writing about this topic and so many more as you use running as your stage.
   Bill Schnier

Thursday, July 12, 2018

V8 N. 46 Lindy Remigino R.I.P.

The following article was just posted on the USATF website.

Lindy Remigino
Born: June 3, 1931

A shocking upset in the closest race in Olympic sprint history etched Lindy Remigino's name in the annals of the sport.

On the heels of a runner-up finish in the 100y at the 1952 Olympic Trials that surprised many, the Manhattan College junior then sprinted to gold in Helsinki Olympics in 10.4, edging Jamaica's multi-talented Herb McKenley in a final that saw the top four finishers all awarded the same time. Later examination of the electronic times showed that Remigino's time was 10.79, .01 ahead of McKenley.

In the 4x100m relay, his storming third leg carry put the U.S. in position to win, and Andy Stanfield sealed the gold on anchor to give Remigino two Olympic golds.

After graduating from Manhattan, Remigino, who was named after aviation legend Charles Lindbergh, became a physical education teacher and track and field coach at Hartford Public High School, his alma mater. His teams there won 31 state titles and he guided 157 athletes to individual state championships.

Friday, July 6, 2018

V8 N. 45 Don Ritchie, R.I.P.

The International Association of Ultrarunners (IAU) recently published the following article on the passing of Donald Ritchie. Another obituary can be seen at Donald Ritchie (Washington Post)

News of Don Ritchie’s death was announced at the weekend. Andy Milroy has expanded the Foreword he wrote for Don Ritchie’s biography to give a more rounded picture of his truly remarkable career and we reproduce it below  with permission as a fitting tribute to an amazing career and man.

“Don Ritchie is justifiably regarded by many as one of the greatest ultra runners of modern times. With track World Best Performances at 50 km (twice), 40 miles, 50 miles (twice), 100 km, 150 km, 100 miles and 200 km, plus world road bests at 100 km and 100 miles he had an unparalleled record in the sub 24 hour events.
Added to this is his excellent competitive record both at home and abroad.  He had numerous Continental 100 km wins to his credit, (including setting a world road best) , and a 100 mile world road best in the USA. In 1990 he produced the best 24 Hour performance of the year, some fourteen years after setting his first world track best. This distance was to win him the inaugural IAU 24 Hour Championships in Milton Keynes.
In 1989 he had attempted the record for the John O’Groats-Lands End run -846.4 miles from one end of the United Kingdom to the other. Despite serious physical problems, Don set a new record of 10 days 15 hours and 27 minutes for the distance. A tribute to his steely determination.
It is rare for a top class runner to have a long career. The sustained stress of pushing one’s body to the limit usually results eventually in career-ending injury. Don Ritchie did have significant injuries, but he came back from these to add further laurels to his already distinguished list of achievements. As late as 2001 he was a member of the British 24 Hour team that won the Bronze team medal at Uden in the Netherlands. This was 24 years after Don’s first World Best at 50 km in 1977!
Don’s longevity as a runner allied  to his ability to push himself to the  limit, to sustain a pace, only very slowly giving way in inexorable fatigue, made him virtually unique among Ultrarunners. His willingness to share his hard won knowledge and experience with others was also notable. As a coach of Simon Pride, subsequent winner of the World 100 km Challenge, and also as contributor to first, Training for Ultras and then Training for Ultrarunning books, Don provided detailed information on his preparation for his major ultra feats.
His autobiography “THE STUBBORN SCOTSMAN DON RITCHIE world Record Holding Ultra Distance Runner” published late in 2016 revealed his running career in typical unfussy detail. His remarkable masterpiece of 6:10:20 for 100 km is covered in just three quarters of a page but is placed in context. His meticulous training diaries are recorded for many of those major runs.
Don’s legacy is not just the inspiration of his remarkable records but also his determination to pass on his knowledge and experience for those who come after him.

V8 N. 44 Dave Milliman R.I.P.

July 5, 2018

Yesterday, Bruce Kritzler sent me a note mentioning the passing of Dave Milliman.
I have to confess that I had never heard of Dave.  However I learned quickly of the man from notes
sent back to Bruce from other folks he had informed.   From their accounts of Dave he was a  man
bigger than life as we sometimes say about an influential person.  He was an instrumental cog in the 1970s and 80s running  boom in the Southeast US and eventually in other parts of the country.  It is more than meaningful when friends send unsolliceted notes and memories of a person when they die.
Dave had lots of those kinds of people in his life who remembered him and were willing to speak up.

There will be a memorial Saturday @ 5, including a run, in Travelers Rest SC @ Pace Magazine and Running Shop.

Dave Milliman passed away early this week, after his second bout with prostate cancer.
Dave was the first person I met from the Florida Track Club, while still living in Ohio. Seemed like we were around the same speed racing at AAU Cross Country Championshipz and Charleston 15 miler. So ended up running together/against each other and talking after races. He encouraged me to move down to Gainesville, and I finally did Dec. 1976. Stayed with Bob Hans, originally from Cincinnati and Defiance College. Got a job at Athletic Attic, and after about a year I was able to hire Dave Milliman. He knew more about running shoes than anybody, and had experienced every running injury, so could empathize with customers. Jimmy Carnes saw Dave's potential and started having him train new franchise owners. He helped open stores in Galveston, Columbus, and Pittsburgh. He continued to work for Carnes after Athletic Attic went out of business, helping start the US Track & Cross Country Coaches Assn. and was publisher of their quarterly technique magazine. After Carnes passed Dave moved to Greenville, SC and worked at his bother Jeff's store, Greenville Running Company, and published the GTC magazine PACE.

Dave was about 6-2, 170, and Frank Shorter called him the best "big" runner he knew. Think Dave's pr's were around 14:37, 30:37, and 2:27. He started "Team in Training" groups in Gainesville, and coached hundreds of people. Was always ready to offer advice and encouragement, to beginners and elite.
Bruce Kritzler

I’m sorry to hear this news.

I remember running a 5-miler in Pittsburgh one time in the late 70s. We went through the first mile pretty fast and Dave was right at my elbow. I don’t think we’d ever raced before when I was in decent shape. He looked over at me after we heard the first mile split and said: “What the hell are you running so hard for?”
The implication was I was running that pace just to annoy him.

John Parker

I am truly sorry that he's gone. 
I didn't know Dave in his prime running days (nor in mine), but it was through running that we connected. 
I don't recall where and how we met, but I recall seeing him in San Falasco where he'd train people to run their first marathons.  He would regal me with stories of the old days, how one day as a lark he and others put on spikes and blew through the SF 6-mile loop  in times I could never approach even on a track.  The times were so fast that they realized that it was a bit less than 6, but who was going to tell? 
Even though he had been a great runner, he wasn't a bit arrogant with we lesser folks. He always had time to chat, and I always looked forward to seeing him.
Due to injuries, I stopped running nearly a decade ago and lost touch with Dave. Our very casual relationship didn't prompt me to look him up after hanging up my running flats.  Undoubtedly it was my loss.
I wish his family all the best and to take heart in the fact that Dave is well remembered.
Robert Thomas
by Dave Milliman
The echoes fade from the locker room walls as the last victory dims into memory.  Long since the hot showers and white towels have been tossed away, you turn the key and ease into the snow covered highway, leaving the locker room for the last time.

For most now, the years have given out to quiet memory, like trophies hanging in a darkened case.  They are opened only to show at cocktail parties and class reunions.  But once a month, or so it seems, you wake again from that dream you have had since the championships when you won the long jump and broke the tape to celebrate victory with your 4 x 1 teammates.  Etched in memory so fine you awake to taste the victory again and again.

You never speak of this, never mention it at cocktail parties or the reunions.  But in your deepest thoughts you feel blessed and filled with a satisfaction you never have to express.  Your team won the title and for the rest of your life, you remain a champion.

If you were lucky, you were blessed to have a mentor, someone who coached you, showed you the way.  In track & field, this someone more than likely enriched your career and as well as your personal life.  The coach, your mentor.

Mentors carve our lives with impressions undimmed and undiminished by the passing of years.  Some mentors have been Olympic coaches, some not so accomplished, but each has often served as both father as well as coach.  Each mentor/coach loved his sport and his predilection.  This love was passed on to us. 

We often honor a coach by the listing of names. The names of his athletes, of those who won championship, those who went on to Olympic glory, those who stepped up to fame and fortune.  When we think of a Hall of Fame coach, we may also think of a solitary man, standing in twilights’ shadow, holding a watch at track side - timing the last interval of the day.  

And yet, that man, the solitary figure to whom we give honor at track meets and reunions may not have coached any list of champions.  He may not have sent young men and women on to Olympic glory.  He may have worked hard, trained many fine individuals, shown hundreds of young men and women the way through the wilderness.  And yet, the accolades he has received do not compare to those whose fate lead down an Olympic road.

…the solitary figure to whom we give honor at track meets and reunions may not have coached any list of champions.
As the echoes fade from the championship moment, when all the towels have been put away, many an athlete may close the locker room door for the last time but keep the memories of a mentor as well as a performance.   Many of these athletes have memories of a modest performance by any other measure, but yet, a personal milestone, an achievement not diminished by a stopwatch or a place in a national championship.  The man they remember, their coach, is just as deserving to be honored and remembered. 

No matter how measured, no matter how small against a list of giants, athletic achievement and personal satisfaction will always haunt the playing fields of memory.  Both in the memories of those returning for a college reunion and for that solitary coach, spending another day in the classroom of life - teaching the fundamentals of individual perfection.  There is more to this pursuit than the chasing of school records, of running, jumping, and throwing.  But for this, if for nothing more, our coaches will always be our heroes.

This piece written by Dave Milliman has appeared in a number of journals and websites over the years.  Ed.

Saturday, June 30, 2018

V8 N. 42 Irena Szewinska R.I.P.

Irina Szewinska nee Kirszenstein was one of the most durable international athletes ever, competing for twenty years , five Olympics, and winning seven Olympic medals.  She passed away yesterday June 29, 2018 from cancer.  She set the 200M world record in Mexico 1968  (22.58).   In 1976 she set a 400M world record at the Montreal Olympics , winning in 49.28, still a formidable time today.  She was able to meet and beat the hybridized East German women in those days of no holds barred doping.  I do not recall that her honesty was ever called into question.   She eventually became a member of the IOC.  

Below is the Associated Press release on Ms. Szewinska.
WARSAW, Poland (AP) — Irena Szewinska, a Polish sprinter who dominated women's athletics for two decades, winning seven Olympic medals, and who later became a member of the International Olympic Committee, has died at 72.
Szewinska's husband and former coach, Janusz Szewinski, said his wife died shortly before midnight Friday in a Warsaw hospital after a battle with cancer.
The Polish news agency PAP on Saturday described Szewinska as the most famous athlete in Polish sports history.
Polish President Andrzej Duda remembered her as the "First Lady of Polish sport," saying her death was "a great loss and great sadness."
Thomas Bach, president of the IOC, said the "entire Olympic family is in deep mourning" and that the Olympic flag would be lowered at the IOC headquarters in Lausanne, Switzerland, for three days in her honor.
"With her gentleness and modesty, she was a real role model, dedicating her whole life to sport. As such, she inspired athletes and women around the world," Bach said. "I personally experienced this over many years and I will always have fond memories of the time we spent together."
Szewinska competed in five Olympics, winning gold medals in the 400-meter relay in 1964, in the 200 meters in 1968 and the 400 meters in 1976. She was also a 10-time world record holder in the 100, 200 and 400 meter races.
She was born Irena Kirszenstein on May 24, 1946, in the Russian city of Leningrad, now St. Petersburg, to a Polish-Jewish family. The family returned to Poland when she was still a child.
At her last Summer Olympics in 1980 in Moscow, she suffered a muscle strain that ended her Olympic career.
At the time, with her seven medals, she tied the record of Australian Shirley Strickland de la Hunty for most Olympic medals won by a woman.
Szewinska became an IOC member in 1998. In 2012, she was among the first inductees to the International Association of Athletics Federations Hall of Fame.

Thursday, June 28, 2018

V 8 N. 41 JANUARY, 1968


    Remember the January issues of Track and Field News back in the day? They were filled with the previous year's stats. They were objective. You could see who ran the world's 44th fastest 400, who had the 36th best pole vault and the 18th farthest discus throw. They were also subjective. The editors listed the top ten in each event, not by time, but by yearlong performance, leaving you with quandaries such as how could Franz-Josef Kemper, with four losses and a best of 1:46.2, be ranked #1 in the 800 ahead of Wade Bell who lost only twice and had a best of 1:45.0? Then you studied their racing history and discovered they had met once with Kemper the decisive winner. Still, if you were to sit across the table from D. H. Potts or R. L. Quercetani at the Dew Drop Inn, you could put up a spirited case for Bell.
    But you weren't sitting at the Dew Drop. Remember where you were sitting when you pored over the annual issue? That's right, you were on the pot. The January issue was always so full of stats that you kept it on the bathroom counter for easy access.
    The cover of the annual issue always had a facial of the Athlete of the Year. The AOY for 1967 was Jim Ryun. Not much argument there. He had broken the world records in the 1500 (3:33.1) and mile (3:51.1) and, save for a second behind Tracy Smith in the Italy-Spain-US triangular in his first attempt at 5000, was undefeated.
    Athlete of the Year awards were presented at several levels in both track and field events. If the AOY was in track, the top performer in a field event was listed as the AOY in the “other division” and visa-versa. Got it? Okay, here we go.
    The other division for the World AOY was Randy Matson who put the shot 71-5 ½ to up his own WR by ten inches. This was a throw of 2 ½ feet beyond history's next best, Neil Steinhauer. Not surprisingly, the same two were US and collegiate athletes of the year. The JC AOYs were miler Neil Duggan of Hancock JC (and Great Britain) and vaulter Paul Heglar of Pasadena CC. The college freshman of the year were big time. Oregon State's Willie Turner tied for the fastest 100 meters of the year – 10.0 – and sits second on the world list for '67 and all time, a tenth behind Tommie Smith at 20.1. Clarence Johnson of Cal took the field event AOY by high jumping 7-3¼. How good was that? How about '67's best mark and fourth on the all time list. High school honors went to Jerry Proctor, who long jumped 26-0¾, with    Marty Liguori taking the “other division” for his 3:59.8 mile.
    The indoor AOY went to Bob Seagren for his 17-3 WR vault with Tommie Smith taking honors for on the track for his 46.2 400 which chopped nine tenths off the world record.
    Not surprisingly, the Outstanding Performance honor went to Ryun for taking down Herb Elliot's 1500 world record by an amazing two and a half seconds. Other performances receiving votes were Matson's 70-5 ½ – 213-9 shot - discus double and Smith's 44.8 WR 400.
    And now to report on what little action there has been up to mid- January. Indoors the stars have been Texas El Paso sophomore Bob Beamon and Southern Illinois grad George Woods. Beamon won the long jump at the Los Angeles Invitational at 26-1 Friday night then boarded a plane for the NAIA meet in Kansas City. Even with no sleep and a short runway, he got his first 27 footer, winning at 27-1.
    On the 1967 shot put lists Woods ranked 13th in the world and 6th in the US with a best of 62-8¼, so his 66-5¾ win in the LA Invitational was a shock. But it wasn't the event's biggest surprise. That would be Randy Matson coming up 11 feet short of his world record with a throw of 60-4. Bet he improves in our February report.

George, Roy,
Jan. 1968 was my first issue of Track & Field News. Sure had 50 years of enjoyable reading and memorization. Currently printing out copies of new issues to send to my technically challenged brother.


Monday, June 25, 2018

V 8 N. 40 Another Literary Fling on Running by Thomas E. Coyne


                                . . . . Though Running

Unlike many recent devotees of the sport I do not find it necessary to justify myself.  I run because I like to and I feel like it. With this attitude I get all of the benefits without any of the soul-searching. It’s a lot like being a drunk rather than an alcoholic. I don’t have to go to all the meetings. A less visible advantage is that it frees the mind while running.  The philosopher types have to listen to their Karma, commune with nature, think deep thoughts. I can screw around.

The attitude is best fulfilled when running with others.  Usually I run with people who are as good or better than I am as a runner.   Consequently, I have to be alert to ways I can negate their superior skills or get an edge on the equal ability lads.  One way, with a new running companion, is to neglect to mention we’re supposed to turn at the next corner until I already have and he is past the intersection.  The constant playing “catch-up” can really break one’s rhythm. This, you understand, is good for only once around that course. To really make it work one needs many different loops.

Another technique is to engage companions in spirited conversation in which they end up doing the conversing, and I do all the breathing.  There is, however, a danger in this technique. Given the right topic the adrenaline really starts to flow and the speaker moves right into race pace.

Running with needle artists is fun.  A group with two or three wise guys in it is always lively.  They alternately gang up on someone in the pack and then shift to cutting up each other.  The constant back and forth skewering keeps you alert and the miles just flee by.

However, for long range fun and pleasure I’ve found an involved, practical joke is the best.  Fitting the pieces of a scam together during workouts over weeks, and even months, puts variety and spice into what otherwise might be another humdrum conversation about the respective merits of running shoes.  I do mean weeks and months, by the way. The most involved hoax a couple of us put together began with an innocent remark made during the tail end of an August noonday workout and didn’t end until we played a tape recording for the still unsuspecting victim the following June and confessed all (almost all, that is).  The hoax involved, by the time we were through, a naked lady, medical ethics, the Mafia (with appropriate references to runners’ broken legs), a few well timed and taped telephone inquiries and two brands of coffee.

During various workouts, and afterward in the locker room, we set the several stages of the charade carefully in place.  A key point was not returning to the subject during each and every workout but, instead, casually slipping in a point or two, to keep up the momentum of the joke, during runs sometimes weeks apart.  Non-running acquaintances added some of the needed pieces in between. Not all practical jokes require such elaborate details to achieve their objectives, but once the imagination starts working only the limits of gullibility and mercy can restrain it.

What it all comes down to, I believe, is the companionship; the mutual encouragement of runners in what otherwise might indeed be loneliness.  In all honesty, however, it is not the best way to become a top-flight racer. The tendency of packs to run to accommodate the least gifted makes for good fellowship, but not champions.  There is a point, therefore, when two or three of the most ambitious may go their separate ways for a period of time to test and stretch and drive themselves to still another plateau of fitness in preparation for a race or series of races.  This is as it should be, for in the ebb and flow of the seasons the pack will reform, the camaraderie will resume and friends of all abilities will renew themselves in the fellowship of the run. Wits will sharpen and jokes will be told and retold.  We will take ourselves a bit less seriously and….the fun begins.

Thomas E. Coyne

February 14, 1983

V 8 N. 48 All Kinds of Stuff

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