What is your favorite memory.The most amazing race I ever saw was the 200 Breaststroke in the 1968 Olympics. The only gold medal won by a Mexican at the Games Was by Felipe Munoz. Every time he breathed the crowd screamed MEXICO, I have never experienced such passion for a swimming event,(I only saw it on T.V. I can't imagine what it was like in person.)
More knowledge of running (new to the swimming world--tho admire Janet Evans' staying power)...
That said, my favorite Olympic moment was Joan Benoit Samuelson's '84 Oly. Marathon. I wasn't a runner at the time, but was so taken with her utter focus and concentration--she seemed almost Zenlike. And for me it was a telling moment in women's running and sports generally. For so many years, women were told they could not handle long distances... and JBS told of pretending to pick flowers when cars drove by during her training runs, b/c it was so frowned upon for women to be athletes.
When I finally (and only once) had a chance to run the Boston Marathon, I got to a point where a blistering foot almost made me want to drop out, but I knew I could not. Why? Because when I thought of all the courageous women who opened the door for women to run this great marathon, I felt that quitting would somehow be letting them down. I had worked so hard to make it to Boston, and no way could I quit!
More knowledge of running (new to the swimming world--tho admire Janet Evans' staying power)...
That said, my favorite Olympic moment was Joan Benoit Samuelson's '84 Oly. Marathon. I wasn't a runner at the time, but was so taken with her utter focus and concentration--she seemed almost Zenlike. And for me it was a telling moment in women's running and sports generally. For so many years, women were told they could not handle long distances... and JBS told of pretending to pick flowers when cars drove by during her training runs, b/c it was so frowned upon for women to be athletes.
When I finally (and only once) had a chance to run the Boston Marathon, I got to a point where a blistering foot almost made me want to drop out, but I knew I could not. Why? Because when I thought of all the courageous women who opened the door for women to run this great marathon, I felt that quitting would somehow be letting them down. I had worked so hard to make it to Boston, and no way could I quit!
