An outing with surprises.
This
is long and very late. Best read in chunks! Other things have taken priority. And, I
procrastinate. Now, Hurricane Florence has passed and the WMA Malaga
Spain Meet has ended with our US Masters doing wonderfully.
Early
up on Tuesday July 24th, 03:15, DST. My flight was at
05:35 and I needed to get my boarding pass at the Southwest kiosk.
Uber was late arriving by eight minutes but not a problem at that
TOD. Becky Bowman, also on the same flights (of which we had
two), was already at the gate when I arrived. During the flights,
she kept her mind active by playing a wood block game. I read or
slept.
At change of flight, we both got coffee and ate something for
energy. In Chicago I was taken by the patriotic design on a plane on the distant tarmac, Turns out, it was a SouthWest Air plane.
note the eagle emerging from behind the shield |
I
was very surprised at the Washington State topography as we
approached Spokane. What trees there were were isolated and
scattered. Big swathes of light-brown areas between a tree and the
next closest one. Very odd. I was expecting heavily wooded areas,
thinking forests and logging. Wrong.
I
was staying downtown with Angela Staab at the event “host”
hotel and Becky was staying closer to the track, where other
SoCal Striders (her team), and others, were staying. It was around 1:30
or noon PDT, when I got to the hotel. Angela was not due until
around 10 p.m. I did the usual things one does after arrival, then at
about 2:30 decided I wanted to get something to eat. (Having had just
yogurt, the energy bar, and Southwest cookies and being the last
day they were giving them out - peanuts – boo hoo),
I
ventured out to find that there was no sidewalk leading up to
Division St, so I walked along the embankment. Seeing a Wendy's on
N. Division St. I crossed only to find that the street then split and
Wendy's was in the middle of the split.
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It was very hot. I had felt the heat on my bare skin while waiting for the traffic light to change. A burning type of hot versus the heavy Southern summer heat. I had forgotten what the heat of the Southwest was like. I had not thought the NorthWest would be similar.
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I had to get to a median that
became a sidewalk. I for sure was in an industrial area. Ahead was
what reminded me of a cement plant, though its logo was Coast Trading
Company. Big (120ft) silo tower in midst of squat buildings. This was
originally a granary, with eight concrete towers, purchased and sold
several times, last used as a granary around 2002. It was purchased
in 2004 for $750,000 by a real estate investor who bought it just
because he liked it -- and the price. He had ideas of condos and
offices, with retail on bottom level. However, it still sits
undeveloped and empty.
It was very hot. I had felt the heat on my bare skin while waiting for the traffic light to change. A burning type of hot versus the heavy Southern summer heat. I had forgotten what the heat of the Southwest was like. I had not thought the NorthWest would be similar.
I
had a coke (to combat sleepiness) and a bowl of spicy chili. I then
ventured out, determined to find a residential side street in the
midst of the industrial Division St. Why? Because, being a native
NYCer, I like walking and discovering niches of photographic wonders.
Walking, one can learn much about an area that is missed when
driving. I had no idea where I was going and took note of the streets
I passed so I could find my way back (very important!). I turned
right down Boone. To my right was the old granary and ahead after a
few blocks were residential apartments.
Suddenly, I was upon Gonzaga
University. I had no idea it was even in Spokane. This, being
summer, was a quiet area, with only a few people in sight.
I had not
realized Gonzaga was a Catholic University until I saw a grotto with
religious figures and, of course, a church, St. Aloysius. Gonzaga was
founded by a Jesuit, Father Joseph Cataldo and named after an Italian
Jesuit Saint, Aloysius Gonzaga. Interesting stat: more than 99% of
students receive financial aid, according to Gonzaga's website.
Considering that the estimated yearly cost, including books and
transportation, room and board is about 60K, it is not surprising.
paving stones |
The obligatory grotto |
The
bit of the campus I saw was pleasant. Wide red tinted blocks paved
the street leading into the main entrance from Boone. I strolled down
this street but did not take any of the side streets, except for when
leaving. As I mentioned upon first encountering Gonzaga, it was an
oasis amidst the stark functional business area along N Division.
I
found my way back to the hotel and eventually had the quandary of
what to do about eating dinner. I ate the peach I'd brought from
home. I was not about to cross N Division St again. Eventually, I
ordered a Caesar salad to go that came with a thin, hard, flattened
piece of cheese (an ugh. Not eaten.) I brought it up to the room but
while ordering it, I discovered that the BACK part of the hotel was
along the Spokane river with a path that led to the Spokane River and
bridge across to Riverfront Park on Havermale Island.
Had I found it
earlier, I would have found, eventually other places to eat. I took
a stroll, crossing the bridge adjacent to the dam, created during the
1920s. To my right after crossing the wooden bridge, I could see
cranes as well as cars on a nearby major road. Ahead and to my right
were paths along and through the park. There were grassy hillocks
occupied by folks playing or laying around. Others walked along the
various pathways. I came upon the clock tower, originally
functioning as part of the Great Northern RR depot. It is wound, by
hand, with 99 turns of a crank once a week.
On one side was an
attractive painted piano being played by a young man. Later I saw
painted on it PLAY ME.
Beyond the clock tower was another bridge which I took to the other side of the river, after hearing Beatles music from there.
Here,
I discovered one of the area's delights: living there since 1974, the brass Garbage Goat,
sculpted by Sister Paula Turnbull, and
eating small scraps of garbage if the internal vacuum is activated
by a button.
Next to it is the Looff Carousel, which that evening was hosting a private party.
Sister Turnbull's Garbage Goat |
Next to it is the Looff Carousel, which that evening was hosting a private party.
Looff Carousel |
Adults were riding the ornate creatures.
Giraffe, tiger, and of course horses. This is where the music had
been coming from. Farther on was a fountain in which kids were
running back and forth getting doused. Then followed gondolas which
went on a short, high, trip down to the river and back. Off to the
side was the Washington Water Power hydroelectric power building from
1890, updated more recently with underground generators. Alongside,
led steps to an overlook and path down to the river quite a ways
below.
Not
far from this, across W Spokane Falls Blvd, was River Park Square
containing restaurants, including two where we later ate, Tomato
Street and Twigs Bistro, as well as shops. One can walk through to
exit on W Main St to find more restaurants and shops.
Angela
finally arrived around 10p.m. PDT. I think we were up until close
to midnight. But we had no events other than packet pickup the next
day.
We
learned that Spokane is pronounced as Spo Cahne as in Cannes rather
than, as I had been calling, it Spo cane as in sugar cane.
Wednesday
July 25, 2018
Packet
pickup day. Angela and I had breakfast in the “Windows”
room of the Centennial Hotel. We sat where we could overlook the
walking path along Spokane Falls river as well as see the bridge
leading to Havermale Island. No rush this morning so we had
scrambled eggs, bacon, coffee, and some toast. Then we were off on
our adventure to Cheney, which was southeast of Spokane. We
experienced the joys of WAZE, which told us too late to take a left
onto Browne from the spinoff of Division St, so we eventually took
another left (Howard?) which brought us to a right turn at the next
light on 3rd with an immediate, and I mean
immediate! right onto I-90E. We repeatedly made this mistake until
almost the last day. (Turning on Browne eventually led to a more
straight forward entry to I-90, eliminating that right turn before
the entrance to I-90.) We both commented on the paucity of traffic
for a weekday.
The
drive to Cheney was pretty. Once outside Spokane proper we
encountered apparent wheat fields.
rolls of wheat (hay?) |
heading towards Cheney |
We
parked in a lower lot and headed towards the building where they were
giving out the event packets. This was the beginning of out meet and
greet those folks with whom we have participated in track before.
This is the fun part of a National or major Meet. Right off the bat we met Becky Bowman who was on her way to check out the track Next was Lesley Hinz (Georgia), then Jeanne Daprano, also from Georgia. All track notables. Inside, before we got to the packets we met those we have a good time with, also track notables: Barbara Warren (WV), Christal and Jerry Donley (CO), Mary Robinson, Mary Hartzler, and Barbara Hensley (OH).
Becky Bowman excited to be there |
Jeanne Daprano |
Angela Staab |
Mary Hartzler & Barbara Warren |
Angela Staab & Mary Robinson |
Barbara Warren wants to occupy Mars. Not so sure Christel Donley does! |
We
did survey the track before we left. Temp was in the 90s, where it
would remain for the rest of the week.
Note the stands blocking view of turn towards finish |
On the way back to the hotel
we did some food and drink shopping. We had soup and salad at the
hotel, then we went walking into River Front Park as I showed Angela
what I had discovered the night before. She was as thrilled with it
as I. I showed her the Garbage Goat (which we later fed after a
helpful Ranger told me I had to press the button on the wall to
activate the feeding.)
Angela playing the piano |
Metal Runner race along W Spokane |
That
evening, we went out again (waking Angela's legs off – and
she had an 800m the next morning) to eat at an Irish restaurant,
O'Doherty's on W Spokane Falls Blvd. The interior was plastered –
ceiling,wall, and support posts, with autographed dollar bills, all
from those who had taken the challenge to sing karaoke at the bar.
honored dollars |
I
had the Butte Pastie (a name we had had fun with in our earlier
travels) which turned out to be a mammoth gravy rich upside down
pastry concoction much like Shepard's Pie and Angela had
Irish stew and salad. I was in dreadful abdominal discomfort after,
from having eaten so much on a stomach not accustomed to that heavy
and that much of a meal.
Thursday
July 26, 2018.
On
the road leading to an upper parking lot, we could look down upon the
football stadium and red track. When we parked, we saw the two
Marys: Mary Robinson and Mary Hartzler. They would
both be competing in throwing while Angela was going to throw
the weight and run the 800. I was going to watch various events, such
as the 800m and the 400m prelims of the younger women.
Throw
related events were held downhill and south of the track, behind the
indoor track warm-up area. The throws events were behind schedule.
Angela was concerned about a conflict between her 800 and the weight
throw. She talked to the officials at the weight throwing area. They
said they would have someone take her up to the track by golf cart
should they run out of time. Throughout the competition, the
officials were understanding and went out of their way for the
competitors who had intersecting track and field events. Some of the
women would take a few throws and then a cart up to the track to
hurdle or long jump or whatever their event was. Irene Obera
had to take advantage of this while in some of the throwing events.
(for those unfamiliar with T&F, Obera is a renown phenom. Many
world and American records. Now 84, she competed in seven events in
Spokane, including high and long jumps.) Along with Angela,
Mary Robinson, Christel Donley, Mary Hartzler, Barbara Warren,
and Gloria Krug were there for the hammer and or weight throws
being conducted this day. All of these ladies also did track or jumps
(or both.) Some folks specialized in only throws.
Angela
got fifth (6.95m) throwing a sixteen pound weight. That would put my
back (or shoulder) out! She managed to get to her 800m in a combined
age group race.
W70-84 Daprano,Staab, Hill, Simpson,Frable, Worsley |
Jeanne Daprano W80 comes in first. Of course! |
Angela Staab - one bionic hip |
Angela was second (5:23.22) in her AG on her
bum knee, (oh – did I forget to say how she got that?) to Cora
Hill 4:12.211, our eventual relay mate. Jane Simpson, also
having done the 800m in the earlier pentathlon (in 6:25.23), was
third with 5:53.96. I managed to get in a few photos of other 800m
races and 400m prelims the younger folks had to run (because more
competitors.) I watched Lesley Hinz (now in 60 AG) run the
800m to almost exhaustion, with a time of 2:34.95. She ran fast and
it was hot. I thought she had terrific time but she was a bit
disappointed that she had not met her goal time (she was shooting to
beat the existing outdoor world record of 2:33.09.)
Before Angela's 800m, I had watched Anne Sluder from Charlotte's Carolina Track & Field Club run the pentathlon 80m hurdles in 13.27.
800m W60-69 start Hinz, Steinbach and others |
For
dinner that evening we returned to O'Doherty's, this time joined by
Barbara Warren (looking for gluten free – which they had!)
and Barbara Hensley and her daughter. Having learned my
lesson, I thought, I ordered something lighter: corned beef and
cabbage. Plus, Angry Orchard hard cider. I was bowled over when I saw
the size of the glass the cider arrived in. Huge. I bet 18 ounces. I
did finish it. Barbara Hensley ordered the Butte Pastie. I
left the restaurant, once again feeling like an over stuffed sausage.
The walk back to the hotel, uncomfortable.
Friday,
July 27th 2018
Angela
and I both had the 400m and discus today. The 400m first. We
encountered very little traffic. Surprising for a weekday, but it was
after peak commute time. I went to the indoor warm-up area as did
Angela who turned in her discus to the inspection area (also
in the warm-up building – which was quite large, containing an
indoor track as well as the facilities for the football players,
including industrial size washing machines and a rock climbing
sculpture.) I warmed up for about an hour, not seeing my major
competitor Mary Robinson, who was off somewhere by herself
warming up. I slow trotted, did some lunges, a few half high knees
(not a friend of mine), butt kicks, spurts of short sprints, and slow
travels around the track. Every so often I had to take sips of Red
Bull (the can was much too large!) and before I left, the small
bottle of beet juice I had mixed earlier. My knees were taped. They
would not be a problem. I was worried that my breathing would fail me
(end up gasping, with tight chest, as often happened during Camp
Gladiator “warm-up” run around a shopping center complex
(estimated to be 400-440m by our trainer) A run I hated – but not
as much as the big loop around the larger portion of the complex.
This past year, I have been last and generally end up walking. (For a
few months, I was having more severe problems with these runs.) So,
here I am having to run a 400m.
Actually,
I had arrived feeling a little more confident, at least to the extent
that I did not think I would have leg or knee problems – no pain
etc. Any way, Angela managed to get in some warm-up, though
not much, having hung around at the other end of the track talking.
She was probably the wiser of the two of us.
10:19.
There were only four of us, Rose Green having opted out of
this Meet in favor of going to WMA in Malaga, Spain in September.
(Which turned out to be a smart move as she won five Gold medals
there, winning the 100m, 200m, 400m, and ran as part of the 4x100m
and 4x400m relay team. Besides, I kept forgetting she has aged up and
is no longer in our AG) ) So, it was Mary Robinson on the
inside in lane 3, me lane 4, Angela lane 5, and Jane
Simpson, lane 6. At the start I went a little faster than a jog
then backed off a bit. I passed Angela (though, I hardly
recall this because I am concentrating on keeping a decent pace.)
Half to 3/4 of the way down the back stretch I sensed Mary coming
up on me. I sped up a bit. By the time we approached the back of the
stands, Mary was close on my shoulder. Now I increased speed
again and tried to maintain it because by the time we came out of
there, she was next to me. I started running even faster, or tried
to. We were next to each other then she was a bit ahead so I tried
moving my legs even faster. NOPE, my right leg refused. Neither leg
would turn over at a fast or even decent pace. I can't really
describe it. I had never encountered this reaction before. Yes, in
the past I have had burning legs, or weak rubbery, uncontrollable
legs, but this sudden lock up in which the muscles just refused
without even a forewarning burning was unexpected. I watched Mary
gallop away. I walked. I was disheartened to say the least.
Mentally, at this point the race was over and I had given up. I am
expecting Angela and Jane to pass me momentarily. People
yelled at me to run. Barely walking and they want me to run. A joke,
but I began to jog. However as I closed on the Finish line my legs
did hurt and then my breathing went. Why? I was hardly exerting
myself. So, here is how the 400m ended: Mary Robinson 1:37.62,
me 1:49.01, Angela (looking hardly winded) 2:13.65, and Jane
2:22.44.
another 400m disaster
In
looking at the video, I see where my running is quite choppy and
Mary's is a smoother lope. She looks as if it is no effort at
all, whereas it is obvious I am straining. After I stopped running
and started to walk, I see where I am a bit off balance. However,
after she finished, Jane looked the worst of all four of us,
in terms of how she felt. It took a lot out of her. But, then, she
also does a lot of events.
I
ended up in Medical having been led off (my breathing was a horror at
this point) – trying to catch my breath. So, there I am sitting in
Medical, missing the younger age groups running the 400m! They made
me sit there for quite awhile. I did get ice for both quads which now
ached. My BP was similar to what it was a week earlier in the doc's
office 187/70. Surprised it wasn't higher considering my mental
state.
Once
I was allowed to exit Medical, I found Angela and we both
decided to get something to eat since discus was not until 12:45. I
was still in a dark mood. Not so much at having lost but in how I
lost (and, once again, having to walk) If I had lost by a few
seconds, I would have been disappointed (though I would have enjoyed
racing Mary all the way to the Finish), but not disgusted and
down in the dumps. But I was not down enough not to eat! We found a
Subway and I got a veggie six inch sub.
At
discus, we were in mixed age group, with the usual folks. Gloria
Krug (87) there to compete with herself, Irene Obera, Mary
Robinson, Ann Carter, Karen Huff-Pawlett, Joan Berman, Roslyn Katz,
Kathy Bergen, Joann Marriott, and a lady I did not know, Janice
Bradley.
Glorria Krug |
Carter Staab Warren |
Listening to Official before start |
All of whom could throw a better discus than me. A few
only did field events. Joan Berman always makes me smile with
her comments and light hearted demeanor. But she can throw a mean
discus! In fact, she threw farther than any of us! 18.42m (60' 5”)
Irene had to leave after three of the six throws to make
another track event. One gets three throws and then the officials
reorder the list from top to bottom and one gets three more throws.
I have found that there are always those who will try to help by
pointing out possible tiny improvements to one's form. When it comes
to my turn, I somehow only remember to do one or two and walk out of
the circle realizing Oh! I forgot to…. And so it goes.
Invariably, I rarely throw as I might when practicing at home.
Nonetheless, it is still fun. Just having the challenge to try to
improve makes it an adventure. And where else can I be with this
caliber of competition?
It
was eat time again. We almost had Barbara Warren join us, but
she and the group she was with ended up eating at some rah rah place.
Angela and I returned to W Spokane Falls RD and the River Park
Square. We went upstairs to Twigs Bistro, recommended by Jane
Barnes. We sat overlooking Main street. Two nuns, in full habit,
passed by. An unusual sight these days. However, it seems Spokane is
home to numerous convents and religious societies. I think the nuns
we saw were from the order of Sisters of Mary Mother of the Church,
based upon their attire. There are two religious groups who still
adhere to pre Vatican II (1960) precepts: a Latin Mass and not
accepting the validity of any Pope after John XXIII. One is a
strictly cloistered group of nuns who maintain absolute silence and
except for medical or dental requirements, are not seen by outsiders.
The other is a small group (35 in 2015), much like traditional old
school nuns except, they too, maintain pre-Vatican II concepts:
Congregation of Mary Immaculate Queen, whose habits are blue. There
are at least two other more modern orders.
I
ordered Twigs Roasted Brussel Sprouts: Pan-roasted
sprouts with bacon, shallots, and roasted garlic then finished with a
touch of brown sugar and chili flakes. Crowned with a sunny side up
egg and chives. This was just the right amount
of food and very tasty!
Saturday
July 28th
Today,
I had the 100m and Angela and I had the Javelin. Javelin was
at 8:30 so I had yogurt for breakfast and Angela went for the
eggs etc. I had practiced javelin after the South Carolina Meet,
trying to use what I had been shown. Of course, once I was actually
required to throw the jav in competition, I managed to remember only
one (how to hold it) which I did not execute well. Though my throws
were not far, they at least stuck most of the time. That is better
than last year's outing. My run ups were so so. None of the fancy
side stepping approach for me. Just straight down, throw, and hope
not to foul. . Joanne Marriott
threw the farthest, 15.30m (50'2”) followed by Mary
Robinson 14.28m (46'10”). Karen Huff-Pawlik got third
with 11.23m (36'10”). Angela and I got fourth and fifth.
Christel
Donley won the next AG up with a throw of 12.7m (41'8”) with
Janice Bradley second 12.01m (39'5”), Joan Berman
third 11.27m (36'11”) and Irene Obera 10,89m (35'8”).
In
the AG 85 Gloria Krug won with a throw of 12.42m (40'9”) and
85 year old Sierra Gold, Betty Stroh, from Montana, throwing
in competition for the first time, did extremely well. I think she
had her coach with her because she kept going over to the fence after
each throw to consult. She was a little lady I was to see later in
one of the track events. Like Irene, and Christel
she had to leave for a track event after only a few throws
I
had fun at the jav event, joshing with the lead Official who I
suspect was a former Marine or AF officer, referring to her as
Sergeant Major. She was probably a retired Colonel!
7/26 W45 pentathlon hurdle lineup - Anne Sluder in purple |
7/26 Anne Sluder taking it to the pentathlon |
7/27 - Ann Sluder 80m hurdles |
The
100m was scheduled for 10:23. Angela said she would hang
around for it But it was hot. There would be six of us. Those of
us who have run it before in this age group knew that Kathy Bergen
would more than likely win. And by a huge margin. This time, I
only warmed up, so to speak, for about 15 minutes. I was thinking
maybe I had depleted my energy yesterday before the 400m so I was
just going to take my chances today. I still drank my beet juice and
this time I had a smaller can of Red Bull. I saw Lesley Hinz
and her coach Tom Hinz. Lesley was now with their new
team: T.H.E. (Tom Hinz Elite) Track Team. A new member of T.H.E.
Track Team, Sue McDonald winning, I believe, her first
Nationals 400m race the day before was also there. On Thursday, she
had set a new American record, AG 55, in the 800m. Also, perhaps the
first time, running it in Nationals. So, Tom has the women's
55 and 60 AGs well covered!
I
decided to try using just one block for the 100m. I had practiced a
few times on grass and decided I would push off with my right foot. I
doubt it really makes much of a difference except a few hundreths of
a second gained from not rising from a 3 point stance. In lane 5, I
was boxed in by the two speedsters: Kathy Bergen on my left
and Mary Robinson on my right. Joanne Marriott in lane
2 (Joanne is a superstar in the throwing events, especially discus),
Ann Carter in lane 3 and Jane Simpson in lane 7. Mary
and Kathy were using both blocks and Ann and I were
using one. The other ladies did not use any. I sort of crouched at
the SET and hoped not to lose my balance. This being written after
the fact, I have a vague recollection of an awkward start (which goes
along with some other awkward things I did in the Meet). Kathy was
off and gone and I was trying to catch up to Mary who was a
bit ahead of me. There is no tactical thing for me in the 100. Just
go as fast as I can. If I make any adjustments during a race, it
might be to my arms (swing them faster as I get closer to the Finish
line) but most of the time all that I am aware of is Mary. We are
generally in close proximity (she may be ahead or we may be even) and
I end up trying to move my legs faster. Kathy won in 16.41
and the rest of us were more than two seconds behind her. Big gap.
Mary and I came across next, followed by Ann Carter, Jane,
and Joanne. This time Mary was not waiting for me to
straggle across the Finish as in the 400m. I had no problems
breathing or with my legs. That is the one thing I like about the
100m – not far enough for bad things to happen (unless one pulls a
muscle). But, on the other hand, it is not far enough to play catch
up with someone way ahead with any real hope of doing so.
The
100m and prior day's discus were the only times I got to see Ann
Carter, who had competed earlier in her favorite event, the
Pentathlon (as did Barbara Warren, who was second in her AG
with 1915 points). Ann won her AG with 1347 points followed
by Jane Simpson, 1258 points.
I
tried to watch my younger track pals run the 100m (I have an interest
in all age groups, but particularly in the ones in which I know a
runner or two.) We were walking back on the infield when the W65s
ran. I saw that Jane Barnes was in the lead but did not see
what happened at the end. She did win but immediately went to the
ground. I knew she had arrived with an Achilles issue and was hoping
to get through the prelims and races of the 100m and 200m. She said
later that she felt the Achilles starting to scream about 20m from
the Finish line. In watching the subsequent video, I could not see
that she slowed down but it did catch her going down after the Finish
and grabbing her foot. Medical eventually iced and taped it but there
would be no more races for her at this Meet. Such a disappointment.
And, she was scheduled to go to WMA in Malaga Spain in September.
Sometimes the fates are not kind. So many of these Masters compete in
less than 100% condition. Probably on average, I would suspect maybe
80 to 90%, some less than that. But they want the joy of competition
and to see if they can. It is tough to concede to injury (or age).
I
keep trying to find a better way to start the 100m and 200m. I have
gone from a standing start (no good because I lose my balance in
anticipation), the three point start wherein I rise from a partial
kneeling position and swing one arm back and up on the SET (maybe
lose time in rising but at least not off balance), using a block
start but quite problematic because of knees, so though I may
practice on grass, I am not now using a block start. Currently I use
a one block start. I definitely have a start problem. Then, there
is the fact that I can't run with high knees or a big kick back. Too
much for my knees. So, I end up taking shorter steps, at a faster
pace if I can. Also not the most efficient,
Angela
and I had lunch with two of our Piedmont Pacer teammates: Kevin
Gobble and Matthew Holtry. Holtry, AG 35,
practically gained all of the Piedmont Pacer points by competing in the 400m,
800m, 1500m, 3000m steeplechase, 5000 and 10000 race walks! Are you
kidding me? By the 10000m race walk, he was beginning to drag as all
of this activity caught up. Kevin competed in the 10000m
race. Because of his schedule, he usually only gets to do one event
unless it is in our home base, NC. We went to Twigs for a very nice
lunch and a chance to catch up with each other. The only time I see
these folks is during a Meet.
Afterwards,
Kevin had to leave and Matthew had to rest up. Angela
and I almost went to the new Mama Mia movie, but the showing times
did not fit in. We walked back to the hotel and lazed around by the
pool until dinner. Angela had had her eyes on the water slide and gave it a go several times. She loved it! I, on the other hand, tried once and panicked after hitting the water, because I was gasping for air. So much for my swimming days! While at the pool I enjoyed the live music from
Soul Proprietor (Angela was not as keen on the style of
music.)
Angela letting the kid out. |
We
had decided that this year we would go to the USATF Masters Award
banquet. It turned out to be a good idea. It was held at the Spokane
Convention Center, in the open air beneath the white peaked tents on
the upper floor. There was wine to be had (in my case cider based),
in the buffet area salmon chunks, various vegetables, potatoes, ham
(I think), fruit and cookies.
Mary Trotto, looking quite different than when steeple chasing! |
Hall of famers and honorees |
Kathy Bergen, standing still! |
We happened to sit at a table with Mary Trotto, Sandy Triolo, and Latashia Key. Kathy Bergen and Joanne Marriott were both AG 70-79 Athletes of the Year, Jeanne Daprano and Gloria Krug were AG 80 Athletes of the Year. And not for the first time for these folk! Many other younger well deserving luminaries were recognized as well. Those I recognized were LaTrica Dendy, Antwon Dussett, Sonja Friend-Uhl AG 40-49. Charles Alley and Myrle Mensey AG 60-69. The always thrilling Bob Lida was Overall Male Athlete of the Year, Kathy Martin Overall Female Athlete of the Year, and wonderfully (though not present) Julia Hawkins as Centenarian! (100m World Record 39.62)
Sandy "Speedy" Triolo, USATF Masters Communications Subcomm Chair |
Gloria
Krug and
John
Seto (keeper,
creator, and master of the Masters worldwide rankings Masters
Ranking )were inducted into the Hall of Fame.
We
had to check in for the 200m by 8:14 so, allowing for warmup time, we
left the hotel by 7:19. Again, very little traffic. In fact, during
our entire time in Spokane, we never saw traffic at all similar to
what we find in NC. Pleasant surprise. Our one problem was that the
200m and the shot put were at the exact same time. Ugh. Many of us
doing the 200m had this issue. Angela and Mary talked
to the officials and they were incredibly understanding. They
arranged for a cart to be at the Finish area so that we could come
off the track and get immediate transport down to the shot put area.
Again,
I limited my warm up time. This time there were five of us including
Angela (who runs 200m
through 800m). Jane Simpson was in lane 2, Mary Robinson
in lane 3, Kathy Bergen in lane 4, I was in 5 and Angela
in 6. The outcome for first was again quite predictable (in a sense
we are running two races in one: Kathy's race with herself and
then the rest of us.) In the stagger setup, Angela and I were
farther down the track. Kathy and Mary used blocks, I
used the one, and the other ladies used none. So, the gun goes off.
Kathy rapidly passes me on her way to the lead and Finish. I
passed Angela and then it was Mary and I the rest of
the way. About half way through, after coming out of the curve, a
fleeting fear of leg lockup flew through my mind (probably as I
neared where the 400m disaster occurred.) But I had Mary on
my left to focus on. We were both going all out and once again
making a race of it. I love that part of it. Mary makes me
push as much as I can. Outcome not known until the end sometimes,
because we are that close to each other. Kathy was, gasp, six
seconds faster than the second place person. Six bloody seconds!
Like
most of the others, I had to rush off the track, grab my stuff I'd
left at the side of a tent and try to change shoes. The cart was
there and I ended up getting in with my shoe not quite on. It was
Mary Robinson, Angela, Irene Obera, and Jane Simpson in
our cart. I sort of recall Jane's shoe falling out and it
having to be retrieved (or we thought it had fallen out.)
Similar
to many other field events, each person throws three times before the
officials re-order the throwing order from leader down to last. On
her third attempt, Joanne Marriott went into the lead, just a
bit farther than Mary Robinson's distance. Joanne
increased the lead with her fourth throw of 7.29m (23'11”). On her
sixth throw, Joanne fouled. To this point, Mary's
longest throw was 7.07m (23' 2- 1/2”). So Mary primes for
her last throw. Not much crank up and heaves the shot 7.20m (23'
7-1/2”)! Arrgh! Short by 5 inches and a smidgeon from snatching
victory from Joanne. Roslyn Katz got third (6.79m 22'
3-/2”). I got fifth (5.40m 18' 0-1/4”) and Angela seventh
with 4.85m (15' 11”).In the next AG up, Irene Obera threw just
twice because she had to leave for another event and got second to
Christel Donley. Irene 6.08m (19' 11-1/2”) to
Christel's 6.67m (21' 10-3/4”). Janice Bradley got
third with a thr0w of 5.87m. (19' 3-1/4”)
Gloria
Krug was the only one in her AG (85) and threw just four times
with the longest being 6.50m (21' 4”)
Of
the three or so things I was supposed to remember re form when
throwing the shot, I may have remembered one or two, but not in the
same throw!
Mary
Robinson, Angela and I all had
the 4x100 relay to do later in the day. Angela
was hungry so she went off to the distant Subway and I stayed to
watch Matt run the
1500m, talk to Lesley
and Tom Hinz, Jane Barnes and
Maureen and others. I
watched Kay Glynn
pole vault. I did not know it was Glynn,
someone I had heard of before. She vaulted well and looked to be in
her forties. She did not take too long between vaults (maybe that is
one of the rules.) She was wearing a patriotic looking outfit and
used gloves for the pole. Tom Hinz came
along and we talked about the vaulter. I thought I saw five letters
on her name bib so we concluded it was Kay.
A legend. Two hip resurfacing after age 60, AG65, and she vaulted
2.70m (8' 10-1/4”). From where I stood at the railing, it looked
like fourteen feet or higher!
Kay Glynn prepping for vault |
Our
relay, with Mary Robinson, Angela Staab, Cora Hill and I was
set to go off at 1:25. It was a hot day, in the high 90s. When
Angela returned, three of us practiced passing and receiving
the baton. I usually have a problem whether it is passing or
receiving. If passing, I don't slap it into the receiver's hand well
(recalling Birmingham National Senior Games relay where I had to pass
to our anchor Mary.) I also don't receive well – sometimes
standing still rather than moving forward. This old dog has not
learned this trick well. Cora and I practiced her pass to me
(I was running anchor.) It seemed to be okay.
We
had a long wait. There were delays due to prior events still ongoing.
Our team was running as non Club (surprisingly, there were few Club
teams – where all members belong to the same club.) Barbara
Warren was running with Mary Trotto, Jane Simpson, and
someone's mom who they were giving the opportunity to run on the
track, Ingles last name. We were in different age groups.
Mary was our lead off. We were running with multiple age
groups, thirty and up, so many whizzed by pretty quickly. Becky
Bowman was to my right, anchoring for her non club team (having
won Gold in the 100 and 200 – that sure makes sense!) Because of
the placement of the stands, I could not see part of the backstretch.
I did see Angela pass to Cora and then had to wait to
see Cora emerge into view. As she was maybe ten to fifteen
meters from me I started moving forward, looking back. When she got
to me, I had trouble receiving the baton. I thought it was going to
drop and desperately grabbed for it, then ran like hell to make up
for lost time. I think I should have been running ahead faster
because Cora was so fast and on me, such that we were too
close when the baton was being passed. I really had no idea what
happened until Mary sent me a photo one day the next month
which, funny enough, partially loaded on my cell's email, showing
only two arms. I think Mary said: What's wrong with this
picture? I recognized my ring so realized it must be Cora's
and mine and oh, boy! It was worse than I thought! Easy to see why I
thought I would drop it since I got Cora's arm instead of the
baton. Only the reach over with my other hand saved us.
Looks
like I have a long way to go in exchanges!
Oh,
yeah, the existing non Club record was 1:24.88. Our time was
1:29.94. My fumble probably cost a least three seconds, possibly
five. If I had run faster such that the exchange would have been
good, we might have just beaten the record.
And
so it goes. Another National Meet done. Spokane put on an excellent
Meet. Well run and organized. The Officials were superb and easy
going but kept things running. The Check-In table ran smoothly with
Mother Hen Sherry Hott in control.
That
night Angela and I took our customary walk through Riverfront
Park and ate at Tomato Street, which turned out to have great Italian
food! Superb garlic bread. I am not quite sure what I had, but it
had tomato sauce. This may have been it but if not – I bet this was
still good AUNT ROSE’S PASTA Mushrooms, white onions, roasted
chicken, fresh basil, tomatoes, feta cheese, alfredo sauce,
mostaccioli pasta with garlic & olive oil and onion butter.
Monday,
July 30th
Angela
and I had decided to stay an extra day to see the area. Coeur d'Alene
Idaho beckoned. It was a short pleasant drive, just short of an hour
I think. There was little traffic in downtown Spokane as well as on
the road to Idaho. Waze led Angela
right into the heart of Coeur d'Alene, by the lake at Independence
Point.
After feeding the one hour meter (which we fed many times), we eventually walked the semi-circular, about a mile long, floating boardwalk. An experience in itself until one makes the adjustment. Coeur d'Alene floating boardwalk One ascends stairs about midway to an overpass that allows boats to pass beneath and then we descended back to the boardwalk. I liked the blue tarps covering docking areas. A cigar-like boat was docked near the far end, reminding me of the original TV Miami Vice series.
After feeding the one hour meter (which we fed many times), we eventually walked the semi-circular, about a mile long, floating boardwalk. An experience in itself until one makes the adjustment. Coeur d'Alene floating boardwalk One ascends stairs about midway to an overpass that allows boats to pass beneath and then we descended back to the boardwalk. I liked the blue tarps covering docking areas. A cigar-like boat was docked near the far end, reminding me of the original TV Miami Vice series.
We
did some shopping and eating of ice cream
Excellent ice cream! |
before actually getting lunch
(Angela) or something to drink (me). After the shopping tour, we
decided to try stepping into the lake. There was one problem with
this: you had to traverse the sand to get to the water's edge. OMG! I
probably ran faster than I did in the 100m to get off that searing
sand. Shades of being seven years old being forced to cross the hot
sand to get to the water. Hated it! Still hate it. Angela was
sure her feet suffered burns. The water was such a relief.
Cooling our feet! Notice Angela's USATF toenail. |
We got
out by way of a rock ledge along the side. After meeting Mudgy the
Moose and Millie the Mouse, we decided on taking the boat tour around
the 25 mile Lake Coeur d'Alene.
Millie telling Mudgy she loved hiding in his antlers |
Mudgy has a great view of the lake! |
Angela got into a
conversation with a gentleman who was taking his elderly (ha ha –
who am I to call someone elderly?) mom out for her birthday. They
were native to the area so he told Angela much of the history
and other interesting items while I surveyed the scenery. The large
homes along the shoreline reminded me of NH's Lake Winnepesaukee
homes and docks, except for the hills, Steep inclines led from some
homes nestled way above to the water.
It
was about 4 p.m. When we decided to return to Spokane. That night we
again walked through Riverfront Park, but this time we passed through
the mall out to W Main street and ate at P.F Chang's. I think I had
pepper steak. Angela ordered edamame as a side. We did not
finish it and did return with a box or two. Not touched after our
return.
We
both departed on Tuesday. I was not up for left over Asian food at 4
a.m. I suspect Angela did not eat any before she left later.
WMA (WORLDS) Malaga Spain update: As mentioned above, Rose Green W80 won the 100m, 200m, 400m and was on the winning 4x100 and 4x400 relay teams. Lesley HInz won Gold in the 1500m, silver in the 800m, and just missed on the 400m. Jeanne Daprano won silver in the 1500m, bronze in the 200m, 400m, and 800m, and was part of the 4x100m team that took Gold. Sandy Triolo was part of 4x100m relay team won Gold and set new world record. Christel Donley got silver in the high jump, and 80m hurdles, Gold in the heptathlon, Although I have not mentioned the men in the Spokane event, the reliables Charles Allie, 70, and Bob Lida, 80, hauled in many Malaga medals (among them Gold in the 100m, 200m. Allie also getting gold in the 400m)
Jane Barnes after some recovery work on her Achilles (not done yet) won Bronze in the 100m and was fifth in the 200m. Their 4x100 relay team won 4th.