Excerpted from First Marathons, by Gail Kislevitz
COOL CONTROLLED GRACE
Grete Waitz
Residence: Oslo, Norway
Occupation: Women’s Sports Consultant
First marathon: 1978 New York City Marathon
D.O.B.: 10-1-53
Age at first marathon: 25
The blonde with the pigtails stood at the front of the pack in the 1978 New York City Marathon, not knowing what to expect. She had never run a distance longer than twelve miles, but felt confident. This was to be her last race before retirement. She not only won her first marathon, but set a world record as well. Grete Waitz may have taken New York City completely by surprise, but to those who knew of her incredible track accomplishments, her feat wasn’t so shocking. By the seventies, Waitz was already a name to be reckoned with on the international track and field circuit. In 1975, she ranked first in the world at 1500 and 3000 meters, and earned her first of five world cross-country titles in 1978. She set world records in the five-mile, 10K, 15K, 20K, and ten-mile events. But it was the New York City Marathon that made her a household name in the United States; she won it an unprecedented nine times, and beat her own ’78 world record with another world record time of 2:25:42, in 1980. Nowadays she can be seen not at the starting line of races, but on the podium promoting the event.
The first time I called the New York Road Runners Club to get an invitation to the 1978 marathon, I was turned down. I had never run a marathon before and when they asked for my records, I gave them my track and field accomplishments, but it was all in short-distance events. I wasn’t terribly disappointed, but I was looking forward to a holiday in New York with my husband. We couldn’t afford the expense of such a trip and some of my Norwegian teammates had made the suggestion to contact the club. I was getting ready to retire from my ten-year track career and thought this would be a fun way to go out. After all the years of teaching full time, training twice a day, and racing almost every weekend, I was tired. The New York City Marathon was going to be my last race, but it didn’t seem as if it was going to happen.
Then I received an unexpected call from Fred Lebow, the New York Road Runners Club president and race director, asking if I still wanted to come. Fred was familiar with my European records and knew that I was fast. Although he never thought I would complete the race, he needed a “rabbit,” someone who would go out strong and set a fast pace for the elite women. With that as his only premise for inviting me, Jack and I found ourselves on a flight to New York City. For us, it was a second honeymoon. I didn’t think about the marathon, had no idea how to prepare for one. I thought my longest run of twelve miles would get me through.
The night before the race, we treated ourselves to a nice restaurant complete with a four-course meal of shrimp cocktail, filet mignon, baked potato, red wine, and ice cream. The next morning, along with thirteen thousand other runners, I stood at the front of the line, looked around, and didn’t know a soul. At the start, I went out fast and continued that pace for quite a while. In fact, I was having such a good time, I increased my speed. I was getting too comfortable and after all, this was a race. By mile nineteen, though, I stopped feeling so great. I knew my body had reached unknown territory, never having run so far. My biggest problem was not being able to convert the miles to meters, my measurement system. And since I didn’t speak English that well, I was too embarrassed to ask where the heck I was.
My quads were beginning to cramp so I decided to try and drink water, but I had never experienced this quick form of drinking before and kept spilling the water all over myself. It is definitely an acquired skill, something to be practiced beforehand. I continued running strong, but having no idea what mile I was on or where this place called Central Park was, I began to get annoyed and frustrated. Every time I saw a patch of trees, I thought, “Oh, this must be Central Park,” but no. To keep motivated, I started swearing at my husband for getting me into this mess in the first place. I started sucking on oranges for nourishment, since I had given up trying to drink anything. This was definitely harder than any track course I had run. I knew I was out of my league and hadn’t trained properly.
Finally, exhausted and hurting, I crossed the finish line. Immediately, I was swarmed by the media, pushing microphones and cameras in my face. I didn’t understand what they were saying and tried to run away from them. All I wanted to do was find Jack and go home. I didn’t like this marathon racing.
The rest is history. I had no idea that day that I had set a course and world record. In fact, I had registered so late that my entry number, 1173, wasn’t listed in the prerace entries. No one knew who the blonde girl in pigtails was. To be suddenly a hero on a world basis was hard for me to understand. I was a runner. That was my job.
I was uncomfortable with all the fuss Americans made over my victory. God gave me a gift and I had used it wisely since I was a little girl. By the time I was twelve, I had participated in handball, gymnastics, and track. I liked all sports, but running became my focus. My two older brothers set a wonderful example for me and since we were always in friendly sibling competition with one another and I tended to follow their training habits, other girls found me tough to beat. That’s probably one of the reasons I made the 1972 Olympic team at eighteen years old. I didn’t expect to set any records back then, just appreciated being there and viewed it as a learning experience.
Actually it was lots of fun. I received free clothes, there was very little pressure, and it was like being at camp for three weeks with my best friends. When I returned to the Olympics in 1976, it was a different ball game. I now knew what to expect and, more seriously, knew what was expected of me. The 1984 Olympics was a highlight in my career as it was the first time women were allowed to compete in the marathon event and I brought home a silver medal for Norway.
I always took my training very seriously, getting up at five in the morning for my first workout of the day. Then it was off to my teaching job and at the end of the day, back home for my evening run. I don’t like to cook and spend as little time in the kitchen as possible, so I didn’t have to worry about some of the household responsibilities. Jack has always been very supportive of my running career. I was probably the first female athlete to realize the benefits of twice-a-day training. I am a firm believer that track training is crucial to any running program. It’s where you develop the speed. Distance makes you stronger, not faster. If the training isn’t tough enough, it won’t work. I prefer to train in the dark, cold winter months when it takes a stern attitude to get of bed before dawn and head out the door to below-freezing weather conditions. Anyone can run on a nice, warm, brisk day. That’s fun, but there’s no sense of sacrifice, no great accomplishment. It takes strength, courage, commitment, and many days and nights of sacrifice to win.
Looking back on my career, and thinking that I almost retired in 1978 except for that infamous New York City Marathon, I am glad I got a shot at a second distance-running career. That’s where women’s focus seems to be these days. I finally did retire in 1990 but only to start my third life’s career, as a spokesperson for women’s sports. There is so much that still needs to be learned about women in sports and, more important, getting the right information out to women.
When I was running back in the seventies, and was about twenty-three years old, my period stopped. When I went to the doctor, he wasn’t concerned, said don’t worry, it will come back. Now we know that amenorrhea (not menstruating) is a serious condition. There are other things that affect women we are just learning about. It is very important to keep this flow of new information circulating to running clubs and women’s groups. Entry numbers are on the rise in road racing, mostly due to the number of female applicants. Whether walking or running, slow or fast, women are out there competing.
When most people decide to start a running program, they start up too fast and get discouraged. It is a big step from being inactive to starting any form of exercise. I always suggest to walk first. Start at a level that is comfortable and slowly increase from a walk to a jog to a run. The first steps can be very intimidating. However, as long as you don’t have any form of physical illness, your goals can be achieved. Novice runners often fail to recognize how much a part of their training is dedicated to mental energy and concentration. Those also have to be incorporated into the overall exercise program.
Two of my most memorable marathons were ones I didn’t win. My 1992 run with Fred Lebow, in remission with brain cancer, was very emotional. I didn’t think I could run for five hours, but he gave me the strength. It went by so quickly. My other memorable moment was in 1993, when I promised Achilles Marathon runner Zoe Koplowitz, crippled with multiple sclerosis, that I would be there for her at the finish. It took her twenty-four hours to complete the course and when she crossed the finish line at 6:30 a.m. the next morning, I was there. No one had a medal for her, so I rushed back to my hotel to get my husband’s medal for her. I don’t have half the struggles in life she does. It puts my own life in perspective.
My two brothers and husband have carried on the New York City Marathon tradition for me. One of my brothers has run it fourteen times. Now I enjoy being part of the scene, watching my favorite marathon be a part of running history.
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