All-time greatest FBTC e-mails...
Subject: RE: LBTM 5k pr
Date: Mon, 29 Apr 2002 11:41:09 -0700
From: David Olds
To: 'Michael Tomlinson'
CC: Damian Garcia
Bunnies--(especially the eastern long ears)
NEWSFLASH!!
(Westwood, CA) Huge 5k pr for LBTM!
Former Roadrunner narrowly misses moving to #4 on all-time bunny list!!
Nothing in the confines of Elvin C. Drake Stadium could stop the indomitable force that was LBTM this past Saturday afternoon: not errant javelins, not wayward trash bins in lane one, not metal gates swinging in the gentle breeze into his careening path. No, Saturday was to be his day.
With an estimated crowd of at least 6 people on their feet for much of the run, Drake stadium took on a carnival-like atmosphere reminiscent of Bislett stadium's drumming mobs when Geb is throwing down a 10k. LBTM looked nervous but ready as the field of bunnies took their places at the start line. Pacing assignments were quickly finalized, and then they were off, off on a mission to cover the 12.5 laps of track and field's most aesthetically pleasing race in an exacting 75 seconds per.
The first 200 was a bit brisk (30-31), but the group quickly settled into what was to become an almost metronomic precision of fluid effort. The 800 passed in 2:29.96 and #3 bunny all time, Tyson Sacco, took over the helm. A perfectly paced 2:30.02 second 800 brought the group through in 4:59.98, a precision that brought tears to the eyes of many in the by now frenzied crowd.
The second mile, covered in a slowish 5:04.72 was nonetheless evenly paced, and, despite being over four seconds behind pace, all in the remaining group looked calm and well within themselves. Garcia, a game if somewhat undertrained participant, dropped off at 7 laps and had to watch in agony as the juggernaut rolled on ever closer to eclipsing his own pr.
As the group pressed on into the teeth of the traditionally brutal 4th kilometer, it was clear that something special was indeed happening. An eerie hush fell over the crowd. Errant trash bins were a distant memory. With 1k remaining, they needed only 80 seconds per circuit to insure a sub 16 minute effort for LBTM. At the bell, 14:30, a 90 second lap was all that was needed. Surely it would be Kevin's day.
The pace picked up around the clubhouse turn. Sacco, battling sudden stomach distress, hung on gamely, losing slight ground. At some point, as if out of a dream, Garcia reappeared at the front of the group, exhorting LBTM to find that last bit of speed down deep.
Three abreast the group entered the home stretch. The eerie hush was long gone, and the crowd shrieked in something bordering on ecstasy as the finish line neared.
And then it was done. The three, Garcia, Purcell, Olds, crashed the line as one. The finish was so close that hours later judges were still reviewing the acutrack photo as well as some grainy footage from a homemade video taken from a nearby grassy knoll. (This footage subsequently showed that Garcia had failed to run a number of the laps between the 3k and the finish, and thus his final time has been expunged from the official record of the day.)
In the end, no decision was reached as to the winner. However, what was clear to all fortunate witnesses that afternoon, was the final time, 15:37.38, an almost miraculous 12/100 of a second under the prescribed pace of 75 second laps. A 66.96 final lap closed out LBTM's date with destiny, mere seconds slower than Garcia's epic performance from the Fall of 2001 at The Octoberfest run and Foote's finest day as a Skip Stolley coached athlete from sometime in the not so distant past.
In the end, it took everyone, even LBTM himself, quite a bit longer than the 15:37 to get through the line at Soup Plantation in order to partake of the well deserved sustenance that awaited these conquering heroes.
You should have been there.
David Olds
11th & 12th Grade Academic Dean
College Counselor
Crossroads School
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cute. real cute.
as far as a 6 mile tempo run goes, i would be willing, but I don't imagine i will be able to keep up with you should i really run "tempo." perhaps if i race you for 6 miles maybe then i might have a chance of running with you. otherwise, i will be a good 10 sec or more per mile slower... but if kevin is willing than so am i. so is this the beginning of your build up phase for houston?
Damian Garcia
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From: David Olds
Sent: Tuesday, January 7, 2003 5:48 PM
To: Garcia, Damian; Tyson (E-mail); Kevin Purcell (E-mail); David Olds; Dave Foote (E-mail); runlikemad@mca.com
Subject: RE: Ahhh LA...
Hey D--
What is a "Snow Angle?" Anything like a Snow Angel? Probably not. Are we talking acute or obtuse angle here? Do you measure it with a snow protractor? Can you have a complimentary snow angle? Perhaps one that tells you how fit you are looking, how masculine? What a great stride you have?
To change the subject--hows about a little 6 mile tempo smackdown tomorrow at say 4ish? Any masochistic takers? I'll be there.
David Olds
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From: Garcia, Damian [mailto:Damian.Garcia@disney.com]
Sent: Tuesday, January 07, 2003 5:31 PM
To: Tyson (E-mail); Kevin Purcell (E-mail); David Olds (E-mail); Dave Foote (E-mail); runlikemad@mca.com
Subject: Ahhh LA...
Tyson I do hope your trip went well. I know I speak for every one when I say it was great having you back here... (Where you belong). Anyway, I just though I would tell you of my run this MORNING. It was around 8:30 or so, I stepped out my front door for a run and within moments I found myself immersed in perfect morning running weather. Not too hot, but by no means too cold. I was suckling at the warm and loving teat of Mother Nature through out my whole run. When I was pushing up a hill, she blew a gentle breeze to cool me, and when that gentle breeze had done its job and cooled my soul, her warm yellow glow would envelop me once more. The morning dew was still visible on the oh so very green lawns that I ran by. Young, fit, and very attractive women who married rich men and don't have to work, so instead do nothing but continue to perfect their already perfect bodies, were running all about me. They of course could not help but stare at the trim, young body that eased by at an easy 6:30 clip, for of course my shirt was off on this fine morning.
I finally stepped into my house after about 56 minutes of pure southern California bliss, and took a shit so loud and foul, it scared Max out of my bathroom. Ahhhh LA. A utopia for the athletically minded. I think she showed you some love this weekend Tyson, she showed you love to lure you back to her. Here all bunnies can suckle from the teats that lie beneath the warm and fuzzy underbelly of Mother Nature's beautiful Southern California.
Hey Tyson make me a snow angle... I loves me my snow Angles.
Late,
D