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It is August 24th and I have just finished packing my bags. I am about to leave China and fly to Europe for a few races, and I cant help but think back on all the incredible experiences Ive had over the last 17 days. Of course, there was a huge amount of disappointment thrown in there, but ultimately I just have to chalk another one up to inexperience and keep believing that I CAN run with these guys. With one more international championship under my belt I am that much closer to being the runner I know I can be and with determination and hard work I will make more teams and have more shots at World/Olympic medals. OK, now that Ive reaffirmed that, Id like nothing more than to share my experience at the 2008 Olympic Games!
Flying out here was a bit tedious but we had VIP treatment all the way. The highlight of the first few days was, of course, the Opening Ceremonies. It was awesome to see all the other track athletes, meet other USA Olympians from other teams, as well as President Bush and Lebron James among others!
Walking into the stadium decked out in our Polo Ralph Lauren gear made everything feel surreal. I looked over at Christian Smith and he was smiling and laughing and shaking his head. I felt the exact same way. All I could think was, “damn, its gonna be FUN to race in here!” The night ended up being hot and humid and very drawn out but was one of those moments in life that Ill surely never forget.
We got to bed that night around 2 AM and were up by 7 to catch a flight to the USA training camp in Dalian, China. Our camp was essentially a resort that USATF rented out for us for several weeks and we had two tracks, a golf course, and a board walk along the beach to run on everyday. The training, the food, the company; it was everything an athlete could need to prepare. One thing in particular that I remember about Dalian is how protective the people were. We had bodyguards follow us on every run and it was actually quite reassuring to have them as we explored the streets on our daily runs. One afternoon Dathan Ritzenhein and I decided to head out to the boardwalk and get in an easy hour. Our bike-bound body guards had no problem keeping up with us on the flats as we clicked off 6 minute miles but every time we came to a hill they were forced to jump off their bikes and sprint up the hills with us in order to keep up! After about 5 miles of this I approached a steep and foreboding hill and they just looked at me and said, “Nooo. We go home!!” I had no real interest in hauling my butt up another incline so I gave in and flipped around for the hotel.
Leaving Dalian I felt excited to return to the Athlete Village and even more anxious to compete. It was dificult watching all the other athletes and waiting our turn. When our evening finally came I made sure to get out hard and run smart to advance to the semi-finals. This first round felt incredible and I thought surely I would be in the finals. As it would happen, I came back 24 hours later to run one of my worst tactical races ever. With a half dozen 1:42-43 guys in the race I was sure the pace would be hot and I would be hanging on for dear life through 600. However, the field was content to leave the results up to a kick and I found myself jockeying for position with 300 meters to go. In order to catch the leaders I had to make a monster move down the backstretch and rather than settling in and waiting for the homestretch I decided to just work the curve hard. Unfortunately, I was doing this work in the outside of lane two and the full sprint was rapidly numbing my legs. When I went to find one more gear on the home stretch I found nothing, I had seriously miss timed my kick and crossed the finish line well out of an auto qualifying spot.
I was frustrated. I was sad and disappointed, but I signed on to represent my country to the best of my abilities in victory or defeat. I began to storm off the track, but heard my mom’s voice in the back of my head, “Win or lose, just be the first person across that line to shake your opponents hand.” Hard as it was, I found the auto qualifiers, Lopez and Bungei, and congratulated them on a fine performance. I then had to answer some very difficult questions from the media and on top of it all go in for drug testing. After a long cool down and a massage I felt a little better and immediately started to think about London.
Its funny how this sport is sometimes. I was only 45 minutes removed from competing in my first Olympic Games and already I was looking toward the future and setting new goals for myself. I know that I have what it takes to run with these guys and my long term goal is to beat them on the biggest stage in track and field. It is a goal that is four years in the future and there are dozens of steps to get there, but life is all about the journey.
My journey takes me to London, England tomorrow where I will meet up with some friends and put in a solid week of training before racing a 1000m in the Gateshead Grand Prix. From there I will travel to Italy to race in an 800m in Rieti and then Rovereto. I figure after these races I will have earned a two week break which I plan to spend at home with my family in Boise, Idaho. I will, of course, keep everyone posted about life on the road. There is always another day and another race!
- Nick