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Sunday, July 24, 2022

V 12 N. 54 Book Review , "Out of Thin Air" by Michael Crawley

 



review by George Brose

I've relied heavily on others, especially Paul O'Shea to review the literature of running  for this blog, but this one belongs to me.  Sorry, Paul.    A few weeks ago in my local library, I found Out of Thin Air, Running Wisdom and Magic from Above the Clouds in Ethiopia published by Bloomsbury Sport, London in 2020, 262 pages,  by Michael Crawley.  

What intrigued me from the get go are Michael Crawley's credentials, a Phd. in cultural anthropology who spent 15 months in Ethiopia living with some top flight Ethiopian runners in their world not the tourist world, not the missionary world, not the business world but with them everyday, eating, drinking, sleeping, learning passable Amharic, and running with them on their terms.  Crawley is a legit 2:20 marathoner from Scotland.  What more could a reader ask in the way of credibility from an author?  Imagine reading a running book written by Margaret Mead. 

I learned history from the early days of Abebe Bikila and his training partner Wami Biratu who was minutes better than Bikila before they went to Rome in 1960.   Biratu unfortunately got sick just before the Games and could not compete.  Otherwise we may have been looking at him as the first African to win a gold medal in the Olympics.  Biratu alive and in his 90's still runs regularly and is highly respected in his country.  They were first trained by a Swedish military attache in Addis Ababa Onni Niskanen.  What Niskanen imparted to them has since been taken and adapted to the Ethiopian way of doing things.  And believe me the Ethiopians do things quite differently when it comes to distance training although fartlek has been retained in their cornucopia.  

How big is running in Ethiopia?  Over 5,000 serious runners live in Addis Ababa.  This is the peak of the pyramid as there is an interlaced network of clubs around the country, especially in the higher elevations.  The primary source of runners is farm kids hoping to get out of that way of life to make a score on the international stage and secure enough money to establish themselves and their families in a more comfortable existence.  Addis is located at about 2200 meters of elevation about 7200 feet, but clubs can be found at 10,000 feet.  And some of the good runners go to those altitudes to train.    In Addis, long runs begin at 7200 feet and work their way up to 9000 feet.  The men and women like to run in the early morning.  Getting up at 3:00 or 4:00AM is not considered extravagant.  And a second workout is normally expected each day.  

Those clubs in the rural areas have the goal of sending their best to Addis to hook up with an agent and a coach who can get them invites to international events.  A prize of $5,000.00 can take a person a long way on the road to self sufficiency.  But many of those 5000 runners in town are working one and two jobs to make ends meet hoping for that elusive payday.  As well they may receive a small stipend from their club.  The government is supportive of all this as the runners bring money back into the economy with their international running.  They cannot run outside the country without a national federation permission that can control the issuing of passports.  If they fail at their endeavors and do not produce, their future is back to the farms or the meager existence in the city.  So incentive is way up there

Training is another thing that can be seen through Crawley's eyes as an experienced runner.  The Ethiopians run together, they literally try to stay in step with each other running often in single files on one of several 'trails' outside the capital.  Most clubs have a bus that takes them to a trail head and leaves them off to start their run. It then picks them up at the end of the run and distributes water and other drinks along the way.   A leader is assigned and the others follow single file. Leaders are changed along the way.  The leader often is looking back to see that others are staying in step and clicking his fingers to give the beat to the followers to encourage them.  They run in ziz zags through the eucalyptus forests that have been planted on the formerly barren hills outside the city.  I remember once seeing Tanzanian runners running this way in step and thought how peculiar this seemed.  Running in America is much more of an individual thing and solo training is often what one needs to do when the work schedule and family schedules are demanding.  If you get together once a week with a club that is about all one can do.  In Ethiopia, running alone is hardly an option.  One of the motivations is that hyenas are sometimes found along those trails in the forest and being alone gives a pack of hyenas a serious advantage in the survival game.    The various drinks made from local grains and the 'juicing' that some of the more successful runners take is well covered by Crawley and it is always on a personal level rather than a series of formulaic descriptions.    You could go through this book and construct a very westernized structured description of everything, but Crawley leaves that to the reader if the reader so pleases.  For me the most difficult part of reading this very enjoyable book was keeping up with the characters because of the Amharic names of  people and remembering who was who.   Was this a runner, a coach, an ascending runner, a descending runner?  Sometimes I would have to retrace my steps in the book to stay on track.  It was a book I did not want to finish too quickly.

Last night watching the World Championships  women's 5000 meters race the book became very clear to me how the Ethiopian women applied all the principles explained in Out of Thin Air.  The three Ethiopian women  Segay,  Seyaum, and Giday ran as a team, taking turns between themselves leading their pack, even if there was another runner at the front. They seemed to be constantly in communication with each other.   Chebet, the Kenyan managed to squeeze into 2nd place at the tape, but if the race had been scored as a cross country match, the Ethiopians would have prevailed.  Unexplainable was the loss by Sifan Hassan, also an Ethiopian, who has followed a very different path and still  had enormous success on the world stage.  More questions still to be answered.     George Brose
  

V 12 N. 52 Canadian David Proctor Breaks Cross Canada Record by 5 Days

 

July 21 from The Capital Daily  (Victoria, British Columbia) by Martin Bauman

What an effort.   


Meet the man who just broke a cross-Canada marathon record

In 67 days, Proctor smashes speed record set in 1991

By Martin Bauman
July 21, 2022
Meet the man who just broke a cross-Canada marathon record
Photo: Martin Bauman / Capital Daily

Mid-Thursday afternoon, the Okotoks, AB-based ultramarathoner smashed the all-time speed record for running across Canada when he arrived at Mile Zero on Douglas Street. It was just 67 days after he set off from St. John’s, NL, 7,200 km away.

In arriving at Beacon Hill Park’s southern edge on July 21, where the Terry Fox statue looks out at the Juan de Fuca Strait, Proctor has not only broken a 31-year-old record, but brought it into another stratosphere, finishing five days sooner than Al Howie’s cross-Canada record from 1

And the 41-year-old massage therapist isn’t finished, either.

‘I was given 10,000 reasons to quit’

This isn’t Proctor’s first time at Mile Zero—nor his first crack at breaking Howie’s cross-Canada record. He set off from Victoria in 2018, before a herniated disc forced him to stop in Winnipeg. He’d planned to give it another go in 2020, but then the COVID-19 pandemic turned travel into a logistical nightmare.

“I was given ten thousand reasons to quit. And I didn't take one door,” he said.

It wasn’t easy for Proctor this go-round. He smashed his forehead near Thunder Bay, ON in late June after taking a spill on a narrow bridge. Still, he managed to run 105 km in 14 hours that day.

Proctor’s girlfriend and crew lead, Lana Ledene, has been watching over him the whole trip. 

“I think to myself every day, ‘He’s not going to be able to run tomorrow.’ And he still does it—it’s just mind-blowing,” she said.

En route to Merritt, Proctor ran 106 km in 13 hours while climbing a total of 1,808 metres—the equivalent of more than three CN Towers stacked atop each other, with room for London’s Big Ben. He’s been through a dozen pairs of shoes, and amassed enough calluses on his feet to make even Frankenstein’s monster wince. 

“My toes are pretty gnarly,” he told Capital Daily. “I’ll probably lose a few toenails … I’m certainly not going to be a foot model anytime soon.

“I can’t even begin to tell you how many parts of my body ache,” he added.

Throughout, Proctor managed to keep a pace of 105 km per day—the equivalent of two-and-a-half marathons for 67 days straight—without taking a single rest day. Not that the route could’ve done without more fine-tuning.

“I admit I had a couple of beers when I was [planning] it, because when you’re mapping out the country, you have to numb yourself a little or it scares the living shit out of you,” he told Running Magazine in early July.

Significance of Terry Fox

Proctor, like Howie, like nearly all other runners who’ve set off from one coast to reach the other in Canada, found inspiration throughout his months-long trek in Port Coquitlam’s Terry Fox.

Dave Proctor weeps at the base of the Terry Fox statue on Douglas Street. Photo: Martin Bauman / Capital Daily

It was the late Fox’s statue Proctor had in mind when he envisioned an end-point for the cross-country run. He left from St. John’s in May—a few days and a month past where Terry set out 42 years earlier. In Thunder Bay, where Fox ended his historic run on Sep. 1, 1980, sidelined by cancer, Proctor stopped and paid homage. And in Ontario, he even formed an unlikely bond with Fox’s brother, Fred.

“[Terry] taught all of us, every Canadian, what grit and determination are—and that you can really do anything as long as you just try and give it your all,” Proctor told reporters. “It was perfect timing [meeting Fred], because I was really struggling in northern Ontario… and he spoke to me with an amount of grace that I’ve never experienced before.”

What’s next for Proctor

The father of three isn’t finished with ultra-running—not yet. But he isn’t rushing to the next expedition, either.

“There are a number of things that I still want to achieve in my running life,” he said. “I don’t want to be an old man that dies saying, ‘I wish I would have tried harder.’”

Dave Proctor shares a moment with his mother, Nancy. Photo: Martin Bauman / Capital Daily
Nancy and Randy Proctor arrived early to greet their son Dave at the finish line. Photo: Martin Bauman / Capital Daily

His parents—Randy and Nancy—are just glad their son has made it in one piece. His mother’s plan for the remainder of their time in Victoria?

“Hugging the shit out of him.”

Wednesday, July 20, 2022

V 12 N. 51 In Case You Missed the Men's 1500 Last Night

Total Running Productions put this out on Youtube this morning.

World Champs Men's 1500m 2022  LINK (wanna see it? clik here)


                                               photo from The Daily Telegraph

It was everything you could expect for the price of admission.  A surprise winner, a ball breaking pace 55.1, 1:52.04, 2:48.29, 3:29.23   with a 50.9 last 400.   Jacob Wightman made the move on the backstretch and proved that he meant it down the last 100 meters.  He opened a slight gap in the last turn and Ingebritson had time and room to close it up, but he could not as Wightman did not falter on that final straightaway. Surprisingly too the Kenyans went out the back door on this one. The drama in the stands was that Wightman's father was the stadium announcer for the race. What a family event! 

Math error corrected by Bruce Kritzler who was there.  

"Wightman ran 54.5.  Nobody running 50.9 off that pace."

Through another set of eyes.   Richard Mach's

They were about 2:33.5 with 400 m to go. Wightman needed to be leading off the last curve and avoid the mano-a-mano down the final stretch with the man of steel (y will).   Just before the race on the basis of the semis,   I‘d picked Jakob for second, Kipsang to win and Cheruiyot for the bronze.  No

Prognosticator am I.   The Kenyans really faded a bunch.   And out of the $ for the first time in now 6 WCs.  Kerr figured with 200 from home that ‘Oh, I am in the final. Now what?’  That smiley stuff was imitating Lyles. For more TV exposure.    Had my eye on Katir, the Spaniard, in 20-21, but he had been nowhere much at all earlier in this season running 3 and 5.   He elbowed Cheruiyot coming off the last turn, but Tim was on his way to coming inside where Katir was always occupying space: and lighting it up, surging.  PB for Wightman 3:29.33. Jakob 3:29.85 and Katir under 3:30.  That bumping by Mohamed didn’t help Cheruiyot’s flow — that is certain.  The move in the race was Wightman’s asserting himself with 250 to go and going by 1500 m royalty — but then those Brits have always been a cheeky lot — and slipping into lane 1 early on in the back turn without impeding.  Ingebrigtsen who leaned ever so slightly forward in slightly shortening  his stride so there was .. thankfully … no contact.  Jakob is fierce snd that loss was hard for him.  But it means better times in the DL perhaps.  We shall see. 
  
Looking at the 200 semis, we could be watching the most outstanding flat race of the Championships  when the 2 Americans get in their blocks for that final. 

Tuesday, July 19, 2022

V 12 N. 50 "Taking Life in Stride" by Harvey Mitro, Reviewed by Paul O'Shea

 

The Plucky Canadian Chose Courage

Book Review

By Paul O’Shea


Taking Life in Stride
By Harvey Mitro
238 pages, $24.99 Canadian Dollars

You really should write a book. Harvey Mitro’s clients pressed the Canadian to take his stories,
struggles and successes, and share them with the world.
Unlike those who hear that encouragement and never put fingers to typewriter keys, Harvey
did just that, and so we have Taking Life in Stride, his lively and lovely new memoir.
A runner for more than four decades, Mitro reveals his life through a series of brief chapters.
There’s the bunny caper, the high school dance class final exam, the battle with ulcerative
colitis. There’s his intervention when he saves a 90-year old woman hanging upside down in her
overturned car. And, the 100 Mile Relay in which he manages the contributions of one hundred
men who run one mile each at an average of less than 4:42 and break the Guinness world
record. Finally, his own less-is-more moment--running one mile in less than four minutes.
Harvey Mitro didn’t casually lope through life; he kept his eye on the rewards running gave over
45 years. A kinesiologist, personal trainer, and coach, he lives in Toronto.
The Story of Billy the Bunny (his chapter title) begins innocently enough when on a night run,
Mitro spies a small rabbit lawn ornament. Eschewing a wiser choice, he picks up the six pound
trophy, takes it home, and over the next six months, twenty cities and six countries-- he and his
running mates enjoy their good luck talisman while competing nationally and internationally.
Harvey then—suspend disbelief--retraces his steps and replaces the bunny in its previous
hutch. The local Sarnia newspaper gets a tip about the escapade and the story airs on CBC
radio. The lark ascends.
For me the book’s centerpiece, the narrative worth the entry fee is some of the finest running
writing I’ve encountered. His performance as a high school senior in the Lambton County cross
country championship is as riveting a first person accounting as you’ll find. Titled Something
Greater, the author takes us breath by breath, meter by meter, through one of his most
important high school races, in which he overcame a midrace tachycardiac attack, a shoe
sucked off by watery mush, going off course late in the race, a fall that lands him flat on his
chest, painful gravel on a shoeless foot, but a finish that qualifies his team for the next essential
race.
Later he reflects:

“Never before had I been through a race where so many things went wrong. My body is bruised
and bloodied, punished from top to bottom. My best competitors beat me soundly, and a
malfunctioning heart remains a huge concern. The raw truth is, in every measurable parameter
set out for myself today, I failed. Yet sitting here in the start area, there is a smile on my face.
With so many opportunities to give in to my fears of failure, I chose courage.”
High school grades were less than Oxbridge and the Kinesiology department at the University of
Waterloo initially rejected him for its program but would accept him for its Dance curricula. He
performed the required dance movements in a dance studio exam with his chosen music,
Chariots of Fire.
While Harvey Mitro apparently never broke four minutes on a track, a road mile in Traverse
City, Michigan at the 1990 Cherry Festival is perhaps his most memorable achievement when
he defeats 1984 Olympic bronze steeplechase medalist Brian Diemer in 3:57.
The book received enthusiastic early reviews. The New York Times designated
Stride as a Book Editor’s Choice. Dave Bailey, who will forever reign as Canada’s first sub-four
minute miler writes: “His stories provide life-learned lessons of the human experience that are
not limited to the athletic community. Some are laugh out loud funny. Others are just
charming. All are insightful and informative.”
Seven-time Canadian record holder Doug Consiglio: “Every reader will enjoy the prose which
elegantly highlights the pleasure from the simple act of running and the incredible community
running generates.”

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----Paul O’Shea wrote about another Canadian, the legendary Bruce Kidd. Here is the link. Paul
is not known to have pilfered items while on training runs.

Monday, July 11, 2022

V12 N. 49 Mo Farah is not Mo Farah

 

Mo Farah's Real Identity Revealed in BBC Documentary  link  click here to read

July 11, 2022

Today Sean Ingle writing in The Guardian (see above link) disclosed the story soon to appear in a BBC documentary about multi-gold medalist Sir Mo Farah discussing his illegal entry into the good queen Elizabeth's United Kingdom under the name of another child.  This is not a unique story, as it has repeated many times in many countries where human traffickers prey on the refugee populations that continually are being created around the world.  Few become the household word that Sir Mo Farah has become in his adopted land.  

Farah tells how as an eight year old after his father was killed in the war in Somalia, he was sent along with his twin brother by his mother to Djibouti with hopes of being transferred on to England.  While waiting to be sent there another adult took him under her wing and helped with the paperwork to get him out of Djibouti. Such a deal.  Looks great doesn't it?    However upon arrival he was given the name of another child.  His real papers were destroyed and thus he became Mohammed Farah.  He was expected to be a servant in his new household.  He was eventually rescued from his predicament by a schoolteacher but he continued to live under his assumed name.  He became a British citizen under that assumed name.  His real name was Hussein Abdi Kahin.   Will the record books be rewritten?  I think not.  However it has happened previously.

Kitei Son won the 1936 Olympic Marathon for Japan as a colonial subject who was really Korean  forced to assume a Japanese version of his Korean  name.  He was born  Son Kee-chung.  He won the  marathon in Hitler's Berlin in 2hrs 29min and 19.2seconds.   His teammate  Nam Sung-yong also Korean won the bronze medal that same year also with a Japanese version of his Korean name.   Koreans did the running, Japan got the credit.

There was a restoration of Son Kee-chung's name to the Olympic records on Dec. 9, 2011.  The Koreans lobbied hard for that to be done before the 1988 Games in Seoul, but were unsuccessful.    Son Kee-chung went on to coach several Boston marathon winners in the late 1940s and early 1950s and eventually the capstone of his career was coaching the winner of the 1992 Barcelona Olympic marathon Hwang Young-Cho in 2hrs 13 min and 23 seconds.

According to the article in The Guardian,  Mo Farah does not plan to reclaim his original name.  The British Foreign Office does not plan to revoke his citizenship, and he will not be deported to Rwanda as the faltering Conservative government would like to do with every immigrant of dubious and not so dubious heritage or immigration status.  Speaking to a former British citizen today I heard the opinion that the Rwanda initiative was mainly created to discourage future attempts at crossing the English Channel by many desperate people from all over the Middle East and Africa.  "Here's your choice, mate, get in the back of the semi, or in this rubber dingy and take your chances.  And if you get caught, you better start learning your manners in Rwandan.

This kind of story is no different on this side of the Atlantic.  A friend recently was commissioned to write a screenplay about a young Haitian child who was sold into servitude to a wealthy Haitian household.  Down Haiti way, they call them reste avecs or stay withs. His bed was the kitchen floor.  When the family came to America he was brought along and continued in Virginia to sleep under the kitchen table and serve the household as he had in Haiti.  Somehow though the local school board caught up with the family and they were forced to send him to school.  He managed to graduate from high school and soon after joined the US Army.  During the indoctrination phase of basic training he was told about the consequences of going AWOL.  He couldn't understand how anyone would want to go AWOL from the army when they got good meals, clothing, a bed, pay,  and promise of more education when their service was over.  He got that education including a Phd. and now is a college professor in the US.  

Before we look down on legals or illegals in whatever country we live in, let's not forget all the contributions that immigrants have made in our country,  unless of course you are indigenous and your ancestors  were here when the first immigrant landed.   

George Brose


For the other side of the coin ie. if you are not so famous and not a huge public figure but still were trafficked as a child,  see the following story also from The Guardian.

Less Than Famous Trafficked to Britain and Their Fate


I am sad for this Olympic runner's childhood pain - especially if he knew and missed his family.  

Somehow, the great honor that is coming to him now, might have come out of that strong place inside that made him survive his deepest pain.....Marie Brose

V 14 N. 24 Olga Fikotova Connolly R.I.P.

                                                                           Olga Connolly                                                    ...