10kTruth.com Web Letter - November 2001

Welcome all new 10k Truth Web Letter sign-ups! You might be wondering just what it is that you've signed up for...the short answer is a rather sporadic summary of new stuff on 10k Truth (including the Rage's insight, analysis and witty one-liners bounced off of Manciata, Coop, T-Bone and other loosely affiliated members of Team Kong). For the long answer, read on...


This month the Rage revisited the 2001 U.S. Track and Field Championships and reveals the extent of his misadventures as an event volunteer (with fabulous photographs, as always) - http://www.10ktruth.com/the_rage/rage.htm

2001 U.S. Track & Field Championships: The Rage Volunteers...Again "About as pathetic as anything Inspector Clouseau has ever done in one of his stupid movies only this was real." -Unknown race official commenting on The Rage's weak attempt at calling splits at the Run for the Shamrock.

The ensuring controversy nearly resulted in pulling all future 10K Truth field pass privileges to USTAF sanctioned events, something most web sites (even with our connections) might not ever recover from had Manciata not intervened on behalf of The Rage. Knowing the Shamrock's race director certainly helped plus throwing in a new set of shoes after The Rage repeatedly shoveled hand-fulls of dirt on his brand new pair of Nikes...a reflex from way too many years getting the short end of hard cutter calls that clearly dusted the corners. (Editor's note: However, the comment speculating on what appeared to be more than just some liberal pruning on his family tree, was inexcusable, and The Rage has personally apologized).

Thanks to Manciata, I was now free to volunteer at one of the premier race events in the country: the 2001 U.S. Track & Field Championships at Hayward Field on the University of Oregon Campus (Eugene, Oregon). I was anxious to put all of the prior controversy behind me. "Just blend in, baby," I told myself, pulling the bill down over my face as I stood in line waiting to get my field pass. The last thing I wanted to do was have to buy someone another pair of (gasp) Nikes. If I stayed away from the long jump pit or shot put area, I probably wouldn't have much to worry about. Dirt is much easier to find at a road race event. The official at the gate scanned the list of names for my name as I stepped up to the window. "So you're The Rage, huh? Nice split calls at the Shamrock." ("Damn," I thought to myself. "He knows me!"). "I heard you'd been cleared. Okay, you're in but you ain't callin' out no splits here." And then the merciless guy blurts out for all to hear: "THE BASKET CREW MEETS OVER THERE."

I hung my head in shame as I slunk past the long line of snickering volunteers only managing a shameful glance at those with real assignments, like the hurdle stackers, long jump pit rakers, javelin retrievers, shot put collectors and the tightest of tight asses...The Judges. Not that any of these chumps would recognize or appreciate that the basket crew was no chump assignment whatsoever. It requires timing, speed, a keen sense of judgement and, most importantly, working in unison with your fellow basket crewmembers (the analogy of synchronized swimming comes to mind). Each athlete in the running events would have a basket right behind the starting blocks when they peel off their sweats, headphones and whatever else they bring along. When they get done with their heat, they want their stuff in the finishers' corral...and they want it now, baby. I was determined to prove that I could redeem myself, but admittedly, I was nervous. To make matters worse, as I waited for my event assignment, someone comes up to me and asks "Are you with drug testing?" I thought I had been demoted before I even got started. Images flashed through my mind of rubber gloves, knee pads and trying to hold some beaker steady with shaking hands while looking up into the apprehensive eyes of a world class athlete. I couldn't help myself any longer and finally lost it. "NO WAY, MAN! I'M WITH THE BASKET CREW!" The shocked official said: "It's O.K. Just chill, all right? I'm sure you'll do just fine." After those two nice guys in the red coats and the Sam Snead hats helped me back into my chair, (stopping me from going nose to nose with Mr. Druggie), once again, I pulled the bill of my hat down and waited for my assignment.

Finally, I received my assignment. I would start with women's 400 meters and then move over to the men's 100 meters. Things started out o.k. As each runner departed the blocks, we ran out to retrieve the basket, some of which would be overflowing with gear. We had to carry 2-3 at a time back to the finisher's corral, where the competitors would be arriving. Everything went smoothly, until the 100 meters, where Maurice Green would be running. Green was showing up to this event as required in order to compete in the World Championships in a couple of months in Edmonton, Aberta/Canada. However, he would run only one heat in protest, having already qualified for the Worlds. Green was hurt and had a legitimate beef with the USTAF. Nonetheless, being the fine competitor that he is, he showed up and was determined to run fast...and I might be carrying his basket to the finish area!

Then, things got dicey. The start of the 100 meters was at the opposite end of the track. I was asked to step up the pace and try to carry as many baskets as I could. On the very first heat, after the runners were about half way down the track, I stepped onto the track and started to stack the baskets for transport, as I thought I was supposed to do. I got about three-high and found myself in a rather non-sychronesque-swimming like tug of war with one of my fellow basket crewmembers on the last basket. In the ensuing struggle, one of the garments fell out of one of the competitor's baskets. Which one? Oh, no. I hoped it wasn't Jon Drummonds. I'd especially hate to get reamed by him. That guy can rattle.

While I didn't get reamed by Drummond, my fellow basket crew members gave me some feedback. I hate feedback. Expecting to hear about the garment, instead, I heard about stepping on the track too early. I had failed to adjust my retrieval procedure from the 400m and inadvertently obscured the view of The Judges in the first two lanes, looking for lane violations. Duh. How could I have been so stupid? Once again, I was pulling down the bill of my cap...but it wouldn't go any lower. I tried to hang close to a few of my basket crew colleagues, trying desperately to fit in, but they, understandably, gave me a wide berth as The Judges in the first two lanes shook their heads in disgust. Out of sheer frustration, I yell "So think about why you guys are assigned to those lanes anyway. Let me know when you think you can handle 4 and 5." Shortly after that, I was asking the same two guys in the Sam Snead hats if I could make just one phone call. "Bruce? Rage, here..." I then put my hand over the receiver and asked "Hey, what size shoes do you think those two judges wear?" - The Rage


I swear there will be a math quiz. Only in this country do we hassle with converting kilometers to miles. To make it just a little bit easier we will give you a couple of links to measures conversion pages - if you get a pop-up box trying to sell you metric ball end hex sets, hey, we warned you. http://www.10ktruth.com/q_and_a/q_and_a.htm


Q: I have completed 10 runs this year of distances of 13 miles or more, two of which were "official" half marathons. It seems in both of the halfs I got cramps in the calves at about the 11 mile mark. I was in much better shape for the second race (in October), but there they were again. They are not a problem while training; have not had them in any shorter races (a few 10K's and 15K). What is the truth about leg cramps? - Pat (Indianapolis)

A: Cramps are a drag. I'm not the one to offer opinions on the physiology of running. I am not qualified to give out that kind of advice. I can just give you my experience. There are some good half marathoners and some not so good. Maybe half-a-thons are not your thing. In my case, marathons are not my best distances. My predicted times using my performance from shorter distances indicate that I should be much faster than the times I have run. Manciata says I "just don't have a big enough fuel tank" for the marathon. Maybe he's right. Someday I hope to prove him wrong. But, in the meantime, sub-5:00 miles and 36 minute 10ks are just fine by me. If I never prove him wrong, I can deal with it. My advice would be to be to switch to shorter distances that you can enjoy. The Rage Keep those questions coming for the Rage's Q&A. Q&A Archives, as always, can be found at: http://www.10ktruth.com/q_and_a/training_frame.htm


Doesn't matter to us that this quote comes from a world snowshoe racing champ and not a runner. The sentiment still applies. http://www.10ktruth.com/the_quotes/run.htm "Pain is weakness leaving the body." Tom Sobal, World Snowshoe Racing Champion


Holy Grid Iron Fans - the 10k Truth Football Quotes page has developed a following! USA TailGaters, Inc. hijacked our football quotes page for awhile (a kind of compliment, I suppose, no thank you very much). We owe our success to guys like Chuck Culpepper, sports columnist for The Oregonian. Classic Culpepper follows. "Iowa and Minnesota play for a pig, a statuette rendition of the actual brother of a porcine star of a Will Rogers movie. I would like to remind you that this is, on balance, a marvelous nation." - Chuck Culpepper See http://www.10ktruth.com/the_quotes/football.htm


For more than these few quotes on the truth of the matter, see http://www.10ktruth.com/the_quotes/truth.htm "A lie has speed, but truth has endurance." Edgar J. Mohn "Truth isn't always beauty, but the hunger for it is." Nadine Gordimer "Truth we learn in pain and sighs..." George William (A. E.) Russell


With so many bowl games coming up, we couldn't resist adding woofing to the 10k Truth Sports Dictionary. "Woofing is any outlandish, outrageous, inflammatory, ridiculous, unsupported, sophmoric, or otherwise brain-dead commentary or predictions regarding a specific team, player, or athletic event." Oliver's Woofing Theorem states, "in any given athletic competition (team, individual, amatuer, professional), the team/player who is the most over-hyped/over-praised by his/her/its fans/supporters is doomed to LOSE the competition." More at: http://www.10ktruth.com/q_and_a/vocab.htm#theorem


Congratulations Team 10k Truth (that's y'all I'm talking about)! We got ourselves the Run the Planet Award for the month of November! I'm so proud. You voted 10k Truth as one of your favorite running web sites on the web, worthy of the RTP Award and we won! For you newcomers, the running site which receives the most recommendations sent in to Run The Planet is awarded the RTP Award for that month. Thanks to all of you who voted and got us one very exclusive red seal of approval! http://www.10ktruth.com/index.htm


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