Finally we are not tumblr’ing

We didn’t escape the city this past weekend.  Something of a disappointment, not Alan Webb’s kind, but disappointment nonetheless. The highlight was the 4th of July party on a Brooklyn rooftop: crazy DJ’s, dancing, and Brooklyn lofts. Zoe and I agreed it was the best of the last three years.  After the first kickball game last night I rushed home to watch the final track and field Olympic trials on the boob tube.

Lagat ran a silky smooth 1500m final.  It shows in all the trials races I watched him run, the supreme confidence and skill he’s achieved over the years.  The best stories from the weekend were the eccentric boy runners with long hair.  Those were my kind of runners.  Anthony Famiglietti ran a “pure guts race” at Prefontaine’s old hunting grounds, from the gun he led the 3km steeplechase and held off Nelson and McAdams from the front.

Gabriel Jennings needed both an A standard sub 3:36 and a placing to go to China.  After the 1st 400m he was at 60″ or so and by 800 around 2:00; it wasn’t his day.  Lagat held back in 4th waiting to see the development but turned it on with around 500m to go, there were elbows and jostling, but no stopping the top three (Lagat, Manzano, and Lomong).  Jennings was more the hippie American kid of lost boy, the Standford kind, prone to rock climbing and trans-continental bicycle trips (as in North America-to- South America).  So of course I was rooting for he and Webb, I can’t help it.

The 1500m and the 5000m should both be good in Bejing.