April 20th, 2011
I sat on the couch with a boiler maker waiting for glen to show up and go to dinner with me, and listened on the radio to the story of Grete Waitz’s career, and death yesterday, at 57 from cancer. She won 9 of the 11 new york marathons that she ran, starting in 1978, (one of the two that she didn’t win, she was running with the marathon founder fred lebow, who was pretty old and sick at the time.. they held hands accross the finish line). When she ran her first, in 1978, apparently it was her first time running the distance, and she set a course record, which she then went on to beat a handful of times.
For such a woman to die so young is a robbery. Obviously people who aren’t famous in any way also die too young, and it’s ALL heartbreaking. But listening to the story, I spontaneously broke into tears. Big wet tears. This bloody disease makes me so angry I could spit.
Sleep well, Grete. You inspired a whole world of people.