The Woodberry Harrier 2017: Volume 1
Seven states of what, I wonder….
If you drove around Middle Tennessee or North Georgia and
Alabama forty years ago, you’d have passed a barn roof or two painted for Lookout
Mountain’s most iconic tourist trap: From Beautiful Rock City: See 7
States. You can still see a few
faded ones. Years ago a friend of mine
picked up Eudora Welty at Lovell Field in Chattanooga to drive her to Sewanee
for a reading, and as they wound up the valley past one of those barns, she
said, Seven states of what, I
wonder. I remembered this the last time I got the
question I’ve learned to expect at the water cooler at the beginning of each
fall: Is your team gonna be good?
What state of good, I wonder.
I like to say that a good cross country season is like a good
poem: intentional, tight, musical, pleasing and profound. A
well-wrought urn. But this is pretty glib, especially when the urn is
finished and glazed and sitting on the shelf right next to the trophy. A better comparison would be that working
through a season is a lot like trying to write a poem: hard and messy. You are following a grand vision but you take the
wrong fork on the trail, you slip in the mud, you step in a hole, you want to
quit. You find the rhythm one day and
then lose it the next and don’t find it again for two days. But easy writing makes vile hard reading. And easy
training makes vile hard racing.
By training I’m
not talking about just the workouts. I’m
talking about all of it, all the time:
the
bickering between the laughs, the sorry race that follows your breakout, the moments when you give up and the ones when you rise up, the queasy
feeling before the kick, the doubting before the knowing, the embarrassment that
somehow leads you to the pride, and the whole time loving it and hating it at the
same time. Seven states of
being good and seven states of not feeling good enough pressed against each
other like different colored slides, first one in front and then the other
until it’s a dizzy blur.
Facing this blur takes what Tom Wolfe called the right stuff. And the runner with that (no matter what his
PR) pushes headlong into it, not because he can see through it and not because
he isn’t afraid--but because he cannot see and is very afraid and knows that
the only answer for it is to lean in and go and speed up when he feels like
slowing down. He knows somewhere in his
trembling gut that, as Padraig O’Tuama says, the only way beyond is through.
Which is another way of saying that you get it right only after you first
got it wrong, that getting it wrong—and owning it—is the necessary condition
of getting it right. It’s what getting it right is made of, you
might say.
Nobody has ever found courage without first being very
afraid, the more paralyzing the fear, the more noble the courage. Nobody ever learned to get up without falling
down, the more embarrassing the fall, the more daring the rise. Every hero felt like a coward once, and
every hero knows he may well feel like one again. He’s a hero
because he responds to that knowledge will all the vitality and hope he can muster--and
with humility. Not long ago one of the
boys put it best: I’m doing this because I don’t want to be flimsy. This is where all the
bravery in the world starts.
And that bravery flashes forth every day like wild flowers
in spring---sometimes in great blooming patches (the team’s impressive showing
at Ragged Mountain and at Chancellor), and sometimes single blooms here and there
(the kid who pushed the workout without complaining about his cramp, the kid
who says, “I messed up” without being prompted, the kid who starts passing
people in the third mile when he’s hurting the most).
I am blessed to live in such beauty every fall. I think about the cross country season the same way Aldo
Leoppold thought about grouse season: I sometimes think that the other months were constituted mainly as a
fitting interlude between Octobers.
--BCH
It’s not October yet, of course, but our season has
begun well. We had an excellent early camp,
where we came together well in our shared intention, and we are hard at it in the
first phase of our training cycle. We have some aches and pains (some which
worry me) but we are working as hard at staying well as we are at getting
faster.
We had a great afternoon at The Ragged Mountain Relay
running against all the Charlottesville area schools.
Here are those results:
Here are those results:
Ragged
Mountain Cup (2-mile relay)
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Panorama
Farms
Earlysville,
VA
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29
August, 2017
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1-5
spread: 1 min
1-7
spread: 1:59
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Runner
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Place
out of 140
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Time
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Fletcher
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4th
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10:34
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1st race for WFS
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Watt
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8th
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10:47
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14 sec. under last year
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Rich
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19th
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11:02
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18 sec. under last year
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Clark
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25th
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11:13
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5 sec. under last year
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Singleton
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38th
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11:34
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45 sec. under last year
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Sompayrac
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69th
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12:05
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47 sec. under last year
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Daniels
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85th
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12:33
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1st varsity race
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Richard
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96th
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12:48
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Open
Race
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out
of 282 runners
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Wall
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5th
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12:25
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Dearborn
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14th
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12:57
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Lindner
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DNR
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McKay
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DNR
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And we had an exciting season opener at Chancellor, where
the pouring rain and the slick course didn’t deter us.
Here are those results:
Chancellor
Invitational
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Fredericksburg,
VA
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2
Sept, 2017
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1st
out of 22 teams
1-5
spread: 59 sec.
1-7
spread: 2:19
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Place out of 186
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Time
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Fletcher
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2nd
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17:43
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Watt
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3rd
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3 sec. lifetime PR
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Rich
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6th
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18:09
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Clark
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12th
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18:28
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37 sec. course PR
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Singleton
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14th
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18:42
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37 sec. course PR
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Daniels
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44th
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19:51
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Sompayrac
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54th
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20:02
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a 6 sec. course PR
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Wall
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82nd
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20:42
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Richard
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83rd
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20:42
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Dearborn
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98th
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21:10
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Lindner
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DNR
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McKay
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DNR
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And this Saturday we race in the Woodberry Forest
Invitational against a large and formidable field. Wish us luck.
The gun goes off at 9:30 AM.
P.S. Should you be looking for The Harrier archive from past years, you will find it here:
https://woodberryharrier2016.blogspot.com/
Beautiful as always. Thanks for the update and Go Tigers!
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