songs of experience

Track & Field Olympian, Joan Nesbit Mabe, waxes philosophical... and sometimes wanes.

7/25/2005

“We few, we happy few …”

Filed under: Joan @ 12:57 pm

Often times I would give my cross-country teams articles to read and quotes to absorb before major championships or over the summer for inspiration. Once I used a Shakespearian speech that King Henry gave to his troops - who were outnumbered 10 to 1 - the night before their battle on St. Crispian’s Day. It is an oft-quoted speech and has actually been “made boring” in English classes over time … but if you read it fresh, as a soldier … as a running warrior … it still inspires the comman man(woman) to want to be a (s)hero.

“This day is called the feast of Crispian:
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when the day is named,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say ‘To-morrow is Saint Crispian:’
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars.
And say ‘These wounds I had on Crispin’s day.’
Old men forget: yet all shall be forgot,
But he’ll remember with advantages
What feats he did that day: then shall our names.
Familiar in his mouth as household words
Harry the king, Bedford and Exeter ,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester ,
Be in their flowing cups freshly remember’d.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne’er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remember’d;
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother
; be he ne’er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition:
And gentlemen in England now a-bed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whilst any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin’s day. ”

from, William Shakespeare’s Henry V

7/24/2005

” … a good and kind feeling”

Filed under: Joan @ 2:15 pm

I want to say thanks to Peter for his comment (below) about my old Black Spike column. I was recently reunited with many of my former UNC athletes at a wedding in Richmond, Virginia. It made me recall what I would tell my recruits on their visits to Chapel Hill, “Look around. These guys, your future teammates, are going to be the men who are standing up with you on your wedding day.” And its true [it wasn't just a line I used]; a college cross-country team is a strange and wonderful thing, a family away from home during the most emotionally tumultuous years of your life. Think about it … for 4-5 years, you spend every single day together, running and eating and rooming together (in dorms or on the road), on bus rides, at banquets, in hotels, at meets, on spring break, on trails and tracks and weight rooms and bars [after the season's over, of course], in sickness and in health … well, you get the picture. The intentional family created through running is the single greatest thing about this sport. I can remember going out with the boys on my high school XC team to roll houses (they call it TP-ing up north) or driving 8 of my college teammates to the mountains in my grandfather’s old, dented, 1968 Delta 88 - that idled at 30mph - to train together over fall break. Just yesterday I ran on the “Cliffs of Insanity” with the local Trailheads running club who are fast becoming a family of men bonded by their common need to run and play outside - away from the stress of work and home-life and societal expectations. It is a strange and wonderful thing.

Dostoevsky said it so much better than I when he wrote in The Brother’s Karamozov:

“And even if we are occupied with important things, even if we attain honor or fall into misfortune - still let us remember how good it was once here, when we were all together, united by a good and kind feeling which made us … better, perhaps,
than we are.”

Brandon and Todd

7/20/2005

The Boys of Summer

Filed under: Joan @ 6:30 pm

pjm’s comment on his favorite book (below) reminded me that my favorite sports book (as opposed to just a running book) is, without a doubt, The Boys of Summer by Roger Kahn. You don’t have to be a baseball fan to love it. Kahn goes back to individually interview the 1955 World Series’ winning Brooklyn Dodgers 20 years past their glory days at Ebett’s Field. As you read each chapter, you feel like you know these guys … like you were on the team with them and they are your friends. Kahn isn’t like writers today who make sure the audience knows exactly whose doing the interview. He sets up the scene, recedes slowly, and then disappears completely - leaving us with the raw story of each player’s sometimes tragic, sometimes heroic, always moving life.

7/19/2005

What’s your favorite running book?

Filed under: Joan @ 1:57 pm

My favorite running book is one that was given to me to borrow [entrusted to me, I should say, because this treasure came nestled in a Ziplock bag] when I was on my mission to read about all the training systems in the world. I asked Bill Freeman, a coach and friend down in Buies Creek, NC (who - himself - had co-authored a book on Bill Bowerman and the Oregon training system) if he had any good running reads. Did he ever! He had a whole library of rare track & field biographies that he had collected before E-bay even existed. In one batch, he lent me Arthur Lydiard’s Running to the Top, an autobiography of Australian miler, Herb Elliott (don’t recall the title), and a little gem called,A Clean Pair of Heelswhich was the story of the New Zealand distance runner, Murray Halberg. I enjoyed all three, but it was Halberg that got to me. I wonder if anyone out there in the blog-osphere knows who he is? What I remember of the book is that Halberg had a withered arm (from a childhood rugby accident) but he didn’t let that stop him from becoming a gold medalist in the 5k or a world record holder. He was even knighted for his work with handicapped children after he retired. I think I may do a search right now on E-bay to find this book. If I do find it, I’ll keep it in a zip-locked bag in my own running library.

murray halberg photo

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Somewhere around mile three …

Filed under: Joan @ 9:25 am

Here’s a story I wrote when I was “once a runner.” It was in a column called The Black Spike that I wrote for an on-line running site called Doitsports. Those guys at Doitsports were way ahead of their time! They were blogging before blogging was cool (in fact, they weren’t even calling it blogging back then). I really appreciated the opportunity they gave me to give voice to my thoughts and feelings. Up until then, I had only been able to run my thoughts out, not write them.
Here’s the story:
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7/17/2005

Once a Runner … thumbs up?

Filed under: Joan @ 8:50 pm

Someone commented (below) that “Once a Runner is one of the worst books he ever got talked into reading.” I disagree. Reading Once a Runner is a rite of passage for any serious runner. Of course its not great Literature [notice the capital 'L']; it wasn’t meant to be. It is an insider’s manual. In the same way every English major knows and loves Holden Caulfield (from Catcher in the Rye), every track geek surely identifies with Quenton Cassidy. But you can’t read Once a Runner if you are past your racing prime. The adrenalin it generates is wasted on all but the young bucks, who are snorting and pawwing at the ground … desperate to prove themselves in the man-world of fast running. I don’t know if this book works for women - we are differently motivated (we want to prove things to ourselves, not necessarily others), but it is a great read for any freshman boy on a college cross-country team who wants to put in the summer, to try to make the jump to varsity, to feel connected to every other runner/warrior eager for the hunt.

7/12/2005

The Three “R’s”

Filed under: Joan @ 7:36 pm

Yesterday a reporter interviewed me about my blog. “Why do you do it?” he asked. I told him Songs of Experience is a blog for inspiration not information. Hugh Keuner (author of Middle Mind) believes, “Whoever can give his(her) people better stories than the ones they live in is like the priest in whose hands common bread and wine become capable of feeding the very soul.”

Reading, running, and ruminating keep stories percolating in my life. I need all three to feel alive. I guess - simply put - blogs are a form of public rumination. (Can I be arrested for that?)

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