Sunday, July 26, 2015
Sabbath
The following is The Scotsman's report on the 1924 Olympic 400m final, which Eric Liddell opted to run after discovering that the qualifying heats for his race, the 100m, were to be held on a Sunday. Nobody was able to persuade him to race. Instead he chose to run a distance he had never run before with very little time to train: "The Union Jack flew in proud majesty over the Colombes Stadium today, for the only Final down for decision, the 400 Metres, which resulted in a great victory for Great Britain. The brilliant running of E. H. Liddell, the Edinburgh University sprinter, was responsible. There was a gasp of astonishment when Eric Liddell, one of the most popular athletes at Colombes, was seen to be a clear three yards of the field at half distance. Nearing the tape Fitch and Butler strained every nerve and muscle to overtake him, but could make absolutely no impression on the inspired Scot. With 20 yards to go, Fitch seemed to gain a fraction, but Liddell appeared to sense the American, and with his head back and chin thrust out in his usual style, he flashed past the tape to gain what was probably the greatest victory of the meeting so far. Certainly there has not been a more popular win. The crowd went into a frenzy of enthusiasm, which was renewed when the loud speaker announced that once again the world record had gone by the board. This remarkable achievement confirms the view that the quarter mile is Liddell's best distance."
Twenty years later in an interview with Frank Wright of the Aberdeen Press & Journal, Liddell was asked how he had managed to keep his fantastic pace with such a curious style: "The secret of my success over the 400 metres is that I run the first 200 metres as hard as I can. Then, for the second 200 metres, with God's help, I run harder."
Wednesday, July 22, 2015
Psychological Warfare
I'm fast asleep in my bed in the cool early hours of dawn...
Gradually from the recesses of my mind I begin to hear something...
I can't quite make it out, but I know I've heard it before...
I begin to wander into consciousness as I try to understand what it is...
No, I don't want to know what it is, it's too early and I want to sleep...
But my mind has been stirred, and it won't let me go back, besides...
I am still hearing that familiar sound. I feel inexplicably irritated, but why?...
I begin to recognize that it's my husband's voice, softly whispering something to me...
What is he saying? I feel even more annoyed but am confused by my feelings...
I snap into consciousness and I realize what he's murmuring into my ear:
"Mele kalikimaka. Mele kalikimaka. Mele kalikimaka..."
"Honey," I say as sweetly as I can, "why are you saying that to me?"
A wide grin breaks across his face and he finishes tying his second shoe. "Oh, I just thought it would be funny to get that stuck in your head today."

Irritation. Then brilliance! I'm going to plunge that song right down into his brain! I break into song!
"Mele kalikimaka is the thing to say on a bright Hawaiian Christmas day.
That's the island greeting that we send to you from a land where palm trees sway.
Here we know that Christmas will be green and bright,
The sun to shine by day and all the stars at night.
Mele kalikimaka is Hawaii's way to say merry Christmas to you!"
Repeat!
"That'll show him!" I think.
I've been singing it all day. Gah!!
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