Jumping, but hardly for joy
Kenny Moore
June 18, 1973
The 1972 U.S.
Olympic Trials. Steve Savage of the Oregon Track Club has led much of the
3,000-meter steeplechase. Now he crosses the finish line third. He goes to his
knees, sightless and retching, but he understands he has made the team for
Munich. He cries out: "Oh, God. It's not worth it." After an hour's
recovery he amends his earlier position: "I don't know if it's worth it or
not." The following day: "I guess it's worth it now. I've forgotten how
I felt."
Eventually one
wonders why anyone submits to the rigors of the event. Mike Manley, who loves
it despite all it's done to him, returns to origins: "Don't you remember
when you were a kid? You'd set up boxes or park benches or sticks with string
between them. And you'd jump. You'd do it again and again, getting as high as
you could. There was a mesmerizing quality to the repetition. Each time you
left your feet, you felt...well, you felt free, and you didn't ever want to
stop. Don't you remember?"
Kip Keino's
question is strictly rhetorical. "They do give medals for it, don't
they?"