I’m posting this piece from Modern Stories due to its crossover potential. Enjoy.
Filed under: elites, inspiration Tagged: | grete waitz
I’m posting this piece from Modern Stories due to its crossover potential. Enjoy.
Filed under: elites, inspiration Tagged: | grete waitz
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Good piece — already read it — saw the link on Twitter (and it wasn’t in one of those spammy DMs you’ve been sending out lately)
As I’ve noted, the impression of effortlessness she exuded was just that, an impression. The one time I beat her she had passed me breathing like a freight train. Could this be the Grete we all, men and women alike of the era, loved, so graceful in everything? I passed her for good at the southern end of the Park, 1/2 mile to go in a ten-miler. She was human after all with her grace and stature enhanced by the reality. And she was so identified with running in New York City, a kind of Yin to Fred Lebow’s Yang.
In the interest of completeness, though, I must acknowledge that in the only other time we raced, she passed me with just over 2 miles to go in the marathon. I was incapable of assessing her breathing at that point, focusing on my own collapse in the moment. But she ran the 2 1/4 mile that remained two minutes and 13 seconds faster than I did.