Here was
pressure. Carl Lewis had competed on the international track and field stage
for 18 years and won nine Olympic gold medals. In 1984, before the start of the
Summer Olympics in Los Angeles, he had famously promised to match Jesse Owens's
legendary performance in the '36 Games by winning four golds (in the same four
events) and delivered with ease. Lewis had even once sung the national
anthem--albeit horribly--before a 1993 NBA game in New Jersey. The man knows
what heat feels like. � At least he thought he did. Here he sat in a small,
Southern California acting workshop in the spring of 2005, script in hand,
facing down Erika Alexander, 36, a longtime TV actress who was serving as a
guest instructor for Lewis's acting coach, Troy Rowland. In this exercise Lewis
was playing the role of a husband arguing with his wife, and Alexander was
giving him more game than Ben Johnson and Mike Powell combined. � "I love
you," Lewis said to his acting partner in the scene. � "I don't believe
you!" shouted Alexander. � Lewis recoiled. Alexander moved the rest of the
class closer to Lewis, demanding more emotion. Each time he spoke, Alexander
jumped in his face and moved the students ever closer. "She totally worked
the s--- out of Carl," says Darrell Jones, Lewis's classmate and friend.
"I was looking away. It's tough to see your friend get broken down like
that." � Eventually the hectoring subsided, and the strangest thing
happened: Lewis felt free. He had been taking acting lessons for more than two
decades, since before the L.A. Games, and never before had he allowed himself
to abandon the stoicism--"the arrogance," he calls it--that made him
the greatest performer in modern track and field history. "He spent all
those years keeping his emotions under control," says Lewis's sister,
Carol. "As an actor, he was being told to release those emotions."
Shortly after his
undressing by Alexander, Lewis landed a small role--as a PEOPLE magazine
reporter--in Material Girls, a film starring Hilary and Haylie Duff that is
scheduled for an August release. He has larger roles in Tournament of Dreams, a
film about an inner-city basketball team struggling to survive, and in The Last
Adam, the story of six boyhood friends coming home for the funeral of their
Little League coach. In the latter film, which premiered in June at the Atlanta
Film Festival, Lewis plays one of the friends, a character with Parkinson's
disease.
Perhaps the films
will make millions. Most do not. For Lewis, however, success is measured in
much broader terms. He finally has traction in his life after a long and
difficult transition from superstar to starving actor. (Starving, in this case,
is measured by roles, not by financial well-being; Lewis has a home in the tony
L.A. neighborhood of Pacific Palisades and another in Mount Laurel, N.J.)
Lewis stepped out
of public view as an athlete on July 29, 1996, in Atlanta, when he won the
Olympic gold medal in the long jump for the fourth consecutive time. He spent
the next seven years drifting, even as his track and field accomplishments
became all the more impressive with the passage of time. A member of five
Olympic teams, Lewis owns 16 of the best 30 long jumps in history. He twice won
Olympic gold in the 100 meters and anchored six world-record-setting
4�100-meter relay teams, four of them at an Olympics or the world
championships.
Yet track and
field left him bitter. For most of his career, Lewis and his manager, Joe
Douglas, challenged the financial and bureaucratic structure of track. They
demanded more appearance money than any track athlete had ever received and
control over how events were run. They also made enemies of meet promoters and
many track officials. In the end, Lewis's Olympic career was capped by a snub,
when the track coaches at the '96 Games did not include him on the 4�100 relay
team. That slight, denying him a final showcase and farewell, still tortures
Lewis.
"It was the
worst thing in my career," he says. (At the time, coaches pointed to
Lewis's last-place finish in the 100 meters at the Olympic trials. Ultimately,
the U.S. was beaten by Canada in the relay, the first time an American 4�100
had lost an Olympic final it completed.)
His athletic
career over, Lewis lived in Houston for the next three years before moving to
Los Angeles in 1999. There he hit the movie premieres, clubbed late and slept
in. He avoided track meets. "I was wayward and negative," says Lewis.
"I tried to make up for it by partying."
Carol Lewis says,
"Carl once told me he lived his 40s when he was in his 20s, then he tried
to live his 20s when he was turning into his 40s." And it nearly killed
him.
In the early
morning hours of April 21, 2003, Lewis crashed his Maserati into a concrete
barrier on the 110 freeway in Los Angeles. Lewis registered a .08 blood alcohol
reading--the level at which a driver in California is considered legally
intoxicated. Drunken driving charges were later dismissed as Lewis pleaded no
contest to a misdemeanor speeding charge and agreed to attend Alcoholics
Anonymous or Mothers Against Drunk Driving meetings.
The crash
awakened Lewis. "It was a good thing," he says. "It made me say,
Get your life together. I had gone too far. I needed to get off the
couch."