Early Goodbye?

Anthony Harris, hybrid half-miler and utility runner for Garden State Track Club, retired last night from complications of  training for his most prominent 800M race. He was 27 years old. Out-spoken and dedicated, Harris never looked the part of embattled runner and dreamer. But, in the final days of his life, he revealed an unknown side of his psyche. This hidden quasi-Olympian persona surfaced during the Michael Johnson-like pursuit of a long reputed personal record, a time with whom he was within a precious and mere .08 seconds of breaking. Sadly, the protracted goal ended late Saturday night in complete and utter failure as Harris once again failed to reach his goal suffering a loss along with heartbreak. Yet even in certain defeat, the courageous Harris secretly clung to the belief that life is not merely a series of meaningless accidents or coincidences. Uh-uh. But rather, its a tapestry of events that culminate in an exquisite, sublime plan. Asked about the retirement of his dear friend, Chuck Schkneecloth, the President and Head Coach of the Garden State Track Club, described Harris as a changed man in the final days of his career. "Things were clearer for him," Schknecloth noted. Ultimately Harris concluded that if we are to live life in harmony with the track Gods, we must all possess a powerful faith in what the ancients used to call "fatum", what we currently refer to as destiny. 

1:52 Seconds

First 200M: Where am I? What's my position? This guy is too close and I'm not afraid to jockey for place. Get ready and find someone to sit on when we break to lane one. How's the pace? Should I move up? I'm listening for a 200M split. 25,26 is okay. 10 runners in this heat. We will be separated soon.

200M-400M: Settle in. Keep contact with the leaders. Mantra, be patient you got this. Visualize. What's going to be needed to win this? A strong kick or do I front run and try to hold the lead? I know who I have to beat. Do you know that I'm the one you're going to have to beat? I hear coach, "MOVE, MOVE, YOU'RE OKAY." The pack has separated. A couple of guys have gone to soon. I'll see them in 100M. I cross the 400M mark. Coach again, "56." I'm too slow.

400M-600M: The other guys think think the race starts with 200M to go. I know the race starts now. 56, I'm slow. Time to work. The guys who went to soon are now watching the back of my jersey. Have to split 56 again to hit my mark 1:52. The pace is picking up. I know I'm stronger, this part is mental. Focus on breathing. Back straight I start to open up. I pass one or two and now I am in position to unload a fierce kick. Mantra, be patient you got this. Lactic acid is starting to build up, focus. These guys don't know what's coming.

600M-800M: Time to finish. All strategy is now out the door. Regardless of position it's time for an all out kick. Coach, "MOVE, FINISH, LET'S GO!" Teammates cheering, every spectator screaming and bringing their runner home. The only question now is, who wants it more? Surprise! I'm a converted 400M runner. More importantly I want this. I have heart. I have passion. I love the pain. I see nothing but the finish line and this is cake compared to the grueling workouts. On the turn I'm right on his shoulder. A meter before we hit the final straightaway I swing wide. With every ounce of energy left I hit the after burner and am now full throttle. I take the lead. Don't look back. Run through the finish. Another personal best. Another GSTC win. I love this race. I love this sport. I love this team.

I hope you notice!

A perfect day to mingle with you my greatest love. Weather isn't to warm, not to cool. Out of curiosity, have you noticed lately how much time and effort I've been putting in to mend and better this relationship. I know I took years off from you shortly after we were introduced. Apologies, remember though I was young, I wasn't as dedicated. It takes an emotional as well as a physical strength in order for this bond to grow and I just was naive. Did you notice that I was never over you? Daily I dreamed of you as I watched others share a connection that made me jealous. Your characteristics were forever changing and evolving, yet somehow constant and simple. Things got faster for you I know. People came and went. New faces, things happening in new places. Listen I'm writing to tell you that I'm still in love with you. Let's face it, I always was. This relationship can be love/hate, how can it not be when you are such a fickle lover. I'm always running, continuously on my feet, yes. Forgive me or not I will be here. I will see you off to London and I will meet you when you are home. I'll meet you for a minimum 50 miles a week. We can sweat and fight through painful workouts together and on race days I only ask one thing. Will you reciprocate in time the effort I lay on your track?  I won't let the past get in my way anymore. I hope you notice I'm here to stay. I hope you notice I was never over you. I hope you notice you are the greatest sport, my greatest love!

Year of Tim Morgan or Year of Tony Polite?

Now usually I don't do this but I was compelled. I'm not trying to be rude, just a little friendly competition. So here is the backdrop. Tim Morgan and I have come to a mutual challenge to go head to head in this weekends 5k. Lets get the facts straight here, I'm currently in the midst of my track season running solely 800M races and anchoring 4x400's. Occasionally I have deviated to blast others in a 20k but keeping in perspective I'm a sprinter. I'm in the middle of my my most productive season/year as a runner. I'm currently splitting 48 high for 400M, and have personal bests of 1:53.12 for 800M, 15:53 for 5k, 26:12 for 8k, and 1:09:08 for 20k. Not the best marks or fastest times I know. However this much I'm sure, this is my year and I will take down my dear friend Timmy Morgan in any 5,000 meter race on any given day. I'm not being cocky rather extremely confident. Come on I'm the new age runner. Cool, good looking, fast, versatile, smart. You can't break my stride man. "When your so good that you can't say it, because it aint even cool for you to sound cocky anymore." Hah, words from my good friend Eminem. Just make sure that you come to this race cash in hand Timmy. Make all checks payable to Anthony Harris. Maybe even buy a money order so we have proof this happened. I might not even cash it. I'll just put it on my plaque wall with the rest of my medals in the races which I've been the heartbreaker. I've even been contemplating exactly how I would beat ol' Morgan this Sunday. Should I do it in dramatic fashion with a powerful kick in the last 400M? Should I sit on him the whole race to just pass him at the finish line? Or should I just dominate him from the gun? Though this blog session is mostly in jest It does come down to this. Whose year is it, Tim Morgan, or Tony Polite? Be at Stomp the Monster 5k in Marlboro 4/22/12 for the stunning conclusion.

I love you Tim! But this Sunday you get NO LOVE!