Monthly Mishmash

Expiration Date: November 22

Run-ins with Renown Runners...

Geoff P on Jeff G et al

This month’s ramblings on renowned runners comes courtesy of Florida’s Geoff Pietsch and picks up on last month’s query of whether Jeff Galloway is a cult leader. Read on to learn about Galloway’s former life as—get this—a serious running advocate, and Geoff’s contribution to the universal epic, "BR is the Man."

Your Web site—well, the C.D. selections—makes me feel old. Don’t know why—just because I ran the old Washington Marathon in Beltsville in ’67 and ’68 when you were a wee (wee weeing?) toddler and I was already 29/30. But I like your lists of stuff you don’t like since I share most of your dislikes. Can’t say about the C.D.s since I haven’t even heard of most of ’em. But, hey, I’m cool. I coached Mike Malinin, the drummer for the Goo Goo Dolls, when he was in high school. He wasn’t fast though his older brother was good. Mike’s a dedicated runner now—and I’ve learned who the Goo Goo Dolls are.

Your rambling on Jeff Galloway was interesting. I attended Jeff’s very first running camp, at the Mount Rose ski resort on the Reno-Tahoe road, in early July ‘74 or ‘75. Not exactly like what he does now. Cost was $10 a day, stay as many days as you want, and Jeff did the cooking (vegetarian). Only a handful of us there. Ran 6 or 7 in the morning at the "lodge" or just over the pass (8,300-9,100 feet) then went down to the Lake (6,200 feet) for the

afternoon run. Jeff drove us in "Mobley" —his Volvo with 300,000 miles on it. Couldn’t get back up over the pass unless we stopped to let the engine cool. Jeff had never made more than $7-8,000 dollars in a year at that point (he said) and he turned 30 that year. Clearly he does a lot better nowadays (there’s hope for running bums). Oh, and we didn’t take any walking breaks in those days. He hadn’t found "the truth" at that point, I guess. Actually, I think it’s great that he gets so many people to run as much as they do; I just would find it boring. I’m too competitive by nature.Which leads to how I got to know your co-author, Bill Rodgers. The Miami News (evening newspaper, deceased a decade ago) found me to be their running columnist for their weekly People/Sports section. It wasn’t a match made in heaven since they wanted joggers tips and I wanted... well, you know. Anyway, Bill came to Miami to promote the old Orange Bowl Marathon and I "interviewed" him by going on some easy 10-milers with him. He is amazing, as I’m sure you know. When he left town after a couple of days, and three runs, he offered me his home phone number. (I would never have asked). This was in ’78, I think, when he was #1 in the world and the marathon was hitting it big and he was in so much demand. The last thing he needed was people like me calling him up and taking his time.

A final anecdote along that line: We kept in touch occasionally, and in ’80 I wrote him to ask if he’d be agreeable to my establishing a Bill Rodgers Award for my cross country kids, and, if so, what criteria he’d like for it. He agreed, said he was flattered, and said he’d like it to go to "the runner who loves running the most." We’ve given it out ever since. That first year I wrote to him to tell him about the two kids who were sharing it since I thought he might be interested. We gave the major sports awards in an end-of-the-year banquet; I wrote him in April to describe the kids. A bit later I got a response from him including two notes—one for each kid, personalized—which I would never have asked him to do, but which the kids treasured. Oh, and the notes were postmarked about two days after he’d won another Boston, been on the Today show, etc. I think they were sent from Dallas, actually. Yet he took the time to write those kids. Amazing. One of the two wound up being the best kid I ever coached, by far. Billy Convey. Graduated the year after you from high school. Ran 4:08.3 at Golden West and 8:57.5 at Florida Relays in ’83.


Poetry Corner...

Excerpts from Bill Rodgers’ Biography, as Ghostwritten by Dr. Seuss

My name is Bill Rodgers; Bill, I am;
Please call me Bill, not William.
I liked running Boston—the thrills, the chills.
I liked running Boston—I liked the hills.
Seko and Shorter, I beat them all;
I beat them in spring, I beat them in fall;
I beat runners short, I beat runners tall;
I made the big bucks, I had quite the ball.

But late in my 30s, I had to shift gears,
Too many races in too many years.
As hard as I ran, I couldn’t keep pace;
I’d run a good time, but not win the race.
So when I turned 40, I felt so reborn;
Aging was good, not something to mourn.
New goals, new marks, at them I took aim;
My times may be worse, but never my fame.


Mailbag...

This month’s correspondence consists of a three-way (hey, get your mind out of the gutter!) initiated when site visitor Phil Wilhelm copied an old column from the Articles section and sent it along to a nonrunning friend. Follow the bouncing ball for the kind of digital dialogue that delights (me, at least). And keep those missives, including the dissenting ones, coming to scottdouglas@mindspring.com.

Scott,
I enjoy your insight to life and running. I copied your article entitled "Syzygy—and what it has to do with running" due to the fact a friend of mine has concerns about my love for running and beer. Here is his response.

Phil Wilhelm

Phil,
The interesting thing is that a lot of people (mostly ones with several years of schooling) feel that the more lengthy an argument is, the more valid it becomes.

Bottom line: Runners drink for the same reasons nonrunners do—to deaden the pain, forget about the boredom of a life that is completely empty of fulfillment or pleasure. The difference is runners are more dehydrated!

Another observation I made from the preceding dialogue. Runners feel superior to fat, lazy people because they place themselves in adverse situations and then "overcome them." And fat, lazy people feel superior to runners because they never sweat (i.e. avoid adverse situations from the start).

Frank Daugherty

Frank,
The author of that article was an editor of a running magazine and has written books about running as well as being a very good runner. Your reply made me laugh so hard I forwarded to him and this is his reply. Who knows, this could be the start of a literary career.

Phil

Phil,
That’s excellent! Thanks for sending it. If you don’t mind, I’ll put in the mail section of the monthly mishmash part of my Web site for September.

For the record, tell your friend that I’ve seen plenty of fat people sweat. Some of my siblings, for example, at an indoor party.

Scott

Scott,
I’m glad you enjoyed my comments. Feel free to publish them if you like. I agreed with most of what you said; however, I couldn’t help but hear major under tones of justification for partaking of a frosty cool one. Don’t get me wrong—being Irish I can enjoy anyone’s company who can give me a good reason to drink.

My "concerns" with Phil’s obsessions with running are mainly the lack of interest in change and becoming a well rounded person. Not "well rounded" like the fat, lazy people, but an interest in a well-balanced life and overall fitness. But as I am getting older, I think it lies in the fact that he has the ability to comment to one thing and remain with it over several years. I am more unsettled and continue to seek out new things to do (both in my private life and in sports activities). i.e. golf, cycling, volleyball, weight training, rowing, fitness
boxing, etc.

At any rate, a little sarcasm and quick wit is always welcome in conversation. I do have one more question to ask though, based on your theory of "reward for amount of adversity over come." As you get older and run slower and shorter distances, will you drink fewer beers? Is the reward directly proportionate to the output?

Good luck and keep running and drinking. This has been fun.

Phil


Overlooked Band o' the Month...

Another defunct one this month—this is no doubt an unneeded sign of my encroaching geezerdom—but at least the main members are still active individually and, lately, jointly tripping down Nostalgia Lane with two-man acoustic shows. In other words, The GoBetweens, courtesy of the land of so many great bands, Australia.

When I first heard them in 1987, I thought, "They’re either 19 or 35." That sense of mature freshness continues to come through in their music several hundred listens lately. Intelligent lyrics about the world’s injustices, mostly the romantic type; wonderful capturings of the various shadings of giddiness that accompany a new love; the requisite nice-boy pining to be appreciated for, well, being a nice boy—these themes run through nearly all of the six official GoBetweens releases. Add in sometimes pluckish, sometimes lush, always tuneful music, and is it any wonder they never sold any records? After all, what’s the gimmick, besides brains and beauty?

The band packed it in after 1988’s "16 Lovers Lane" went, criminally, nowhere commercially. Leaders Robert Forster and Grant McLennan have released a slew of solo CDs, Forster fashioning himself into a faux countryish singer, McLennan continuing, seemingly effortlessly, to pump out perfect pop. McLennan has also twice teamed with Church lead singer Steve Kilbey to release good stuff under the name Jack Frost.

For GoBetweens neophytes, two options: Start with "16 Lovers Lane," get hooked, then explore the rest of the catalog, which was rereleased in 1996. Or go with the recently released compilation "Bellavista Terrace," which contains 14 of their most accessible songs. See www.beggars.com.


All-Time Top 20 CDs (for this month, at least)...

In alphabetical order by artist, sure to change long before this month's expiration date. (In fact, they'll probably change by the time I'm done typing them.)

Veil—Band of Susans Amanita—Bardo Pond
If You're Feeling Sinister—Belle & Sebastian Free Dirt—Died Pretty
Ocean Rain—Echo and the Bunnymen The Good Earth—The Feelies
Spring Hill Fair—The GoBetweens 16 Lovers Lane—The GoBetweens
Snow Job—Jack Frost My Invisible Name—Lenola
Full Isaac—Lotion Lunapark—Luna
Alaska Days—Poole OK Computer—Radiohead
Automatic for the People—R.E.M. Flags for Unknown Territories—Saturnine
Dots and Loops—Stereolab Painful—Yo La Tengo
I Can Hear the Heart Beating as One—Yo La Tengo Goin' Through Changes—Zumpano

 

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