Parts up a win: win is the only acceptable outcome?

Posted by: Newswalle

I was nine years old, in 1981, when the first London Marathon resulted in a tie between American Dick Beardsley and Norwegian Inge Simonsen. They crossed the finish line together in 2 hours, 11 minutes and 48 seconds. Not entirely by hand – but the image stayed with me.

I can no other instance in athletics when runners to think about the finish line together ahead of the field in a solo career, although it has certainly happened. When cycling is a team sport, at least in the grand tours, the Tour de France 2012 provides a great example of group empathy among competitors. In the infamous 14th stage to spread saboteurs tacks on the road just before the summit. Bradley Wiggins, possibly under the act of his management team command responded by a truce. Facts label states that rivals do not take advantage of the misfortune of another pilot with the mechanics of the bike. As Wiggins said later: "I thought it was the honorable thing to do."

Recently, tennis marathon Keswick Mountain Festival provided my own experience. The organizers had planned to take a boat to the small field of competitors on the western shore of the lake, and it was time for a few low-key jokes as we walked to the start.

Soon we were off, on the edge of the rudder Forest Derwent Water to MANESTY first four, then three, then two, though not before he had taken a wrong turn on the river, because a flag had been transferred. Then we headed to the west and increased port Honister, halved the Derwent Fells.

Knotts Whiteless to breast and sailing Brook, you get to the east of Butt, suck at will, and then return to the table below. It forces you to ask yourself, why am I doing this? The answer came as a novelty: it was invigorating. He did it because he feel a part of something, not just to wanted something to prove to myself.

Morgan Donnelly, former British champion fell on the ramp duration escaped and disappeared from view. In the long descent from Newlands Valley, I have good ground and came gradually game. Two kilometers from the end, as I caught him, I asked if he wanted to finish together. He hesitated, and I was not sure what to do, but 400 meters later we were still together and it became clear. After three and a half hours fall sweating, running, jumping and landscape with curtains, we performed high our hands. I have to admit that part of me was a little worried if this is really a good idea.

Should not be a big problem, should it? But I wondered why this is not a common occurrence. The vacuum or slightly disappointing feeling that reaching a target was sometimes accompanied disappeared. If you're young and you win a race, your body is pulsating adrenalin and a sense of pride that comes their resilience in the field of competition testing with the test. When you get older, but begins to soften slightly. It was decided, and I think it's still competitive instinct. I think they only develop an appreciation for the common goal or group aspect.

Later that night, I had the good fortune to meet one of my sporting heroes, Joss Naylor. Even at 80, you can remember in the mountains in full detail Cairns and cliffs of each race for life. He was convinced that for him it was not about ego.

Despite being a self-confessed loner, the hills with his sheep roam loved and his faithful collie New Zealand Celtie still appreciates the shared history that goes with their sport. His hero was a local man named Eric Barba, who "has a sandwich anyone. He had come through my window and shout about everything all right? Was Just checking on me to see you., And always wearing his backpack. Never take it off. "

Naylor race was not in itself means a lot to him. "I signed up for the hills before you start running." He said that in the 1960s, when he for the first time starting with hobnailed boots, "any person who has made a training only time." At least that's what runners thought not.

Now when I think of the heath, I remember the Brownlee brothers whose healthy competition ethos it was conceived. But that did not stop wanting to cross the line at the Olympic Games in London. Administrators, however, put an end to such thoughts: the Olympic credo is that you do your best, and for that to be so, there must be a winner. Ergo, a loser has to be. Adjusts with what the Olympics really should go?

For the competition, the sport is really all about connecting with others? Sometimes I want to travel back in time and remember to be the old me good at something, or even better, there is often a by-product of something that you love. Competition, as recalled in Keswick, it is much more than finishing first. The community aspect, or a group, albeit an implicit part of so many races, is often ignored.