Guts, Glory, and the (ahem) Agony of Defeat…
View From the Top of Running Trail:
Mood Reading: ZZZZ’s (four out of five, slept sound – still making up for lost Z’s from last weeks Pole Vault Summit)
A week on from the Pole Vault Summit and I feel like I’m just now getting back to *normal – (*relative term.) I don’t know why it takes so much out of me since I’m not an athlete and don’t compete and don’t actually have an ‘official’ job, except perhaps professional coffee fetcher and “social coordinator” (that’s a nice way of saying ‘pit lizard’, a term borrowed from the air race
community describing the groupies that hang around top gun pilots and their cockpits. Though I wouldn’t call myself a groupie, I admit I’ve hung around a few pole vault pits in my time.) But I think it’s that last one that gets to me. It’s not so much the daytime activities at the Summit that are so exhausting as it is several nights in a row turning in past 1 or 2 a.m. I was going to say I’m not as young as I used to be, but I wasn’t much good at it then either. Read the rest of this entry »

