I run because I have to I run because I can
People wonder why I do it for twenty, fifty years a pop
Why does anyone do anything For the Glory of it, of course
No matter how fast we run How far we throw or how high we fly the earth will claim our mortal forms and we will wait like ordinary men and women for our spiritual transformation But until that day We are free to set the pace raise the bar and claim the glory that is ours because we are athletes
Some believe sports to be a metaphor for life. Others believe sports to be life itself. My friend Dave and I fall somewhere in between.
Racing Dave: My first 400-meter race with Dave is indelibly etched in my psyche. Pick up the race on the final curve before the home stretch. I am definitely in the hunt. But as we labor down the backstretch, I’m suddenly conscious of a ka-thud, ka-thud, ka-thud from behind me. And as the ka-thuds became louder I hear the bleachers swell with a chorus of, “Go, Dave, Go! You can Get ‘em Dave! Take him!” Dave will deny having a fan base larger than his wife Marge and a few friends, but on this fateful day he is backed by the Hallelujah Chorus. The Ka-thuds have already unnerved me and the sudden roar of the crowd is most disheartening. I feel like Ichabod Crane being pursued by the headless horseman. But this horseman has a head and a backside, which unfortunately I am doomed to see as Dave thunders on to victory.
“You don't stop laughing when you grow old, you grow old when you stop laughing.” – George Bernard Shaw
Sixty years ago I stepped onto the track for my first competitive meet. Welcome to my Diamond Jubilee. First and last stop: The Huntsman World Games.