Monthly Archives: May 2015


Tom Brady, cheater, cheater.   Maybe he should have employed the defense used locally to completely ignore deceptive practices within our sport:

“Misunderstandings and neglect create more confusion in this world than trickery and malice. At any rate, the last two are certainly much less frequent.” – Johann Wolfgang von Goethe





I’m not a Butcher but I have been.  I’m not a Baker but I know how.  I’m not a Candle Stick Maker but will give it a go when harvesting my bee’s wax later this year.

It’s been self evident my whole adult life, close as the nose on my face.  Every single day I wake and ask, “What am I going to accomplish today?”  I decided over 30 years ago that would be my measuring stick to success in life.  Not judged or valued by any one other than my toughest critic, me.  Everything I decide to give a go, in the end, winds up in my court of Truth and Honesty.  Again, as determined by that rascal Jiminy, Seer of All.  When I was a stay at home dad I was all in.  Equally so as father of Nebraska’s current long distance running incarnation.  No less the Bar None.

No matter what you call your trade or profession or duty or passion, set out to accomplish something every day.  Success or failure should not enter the valuation at all.   Honest Effort will always be the pillow of good sleep.

Congratulations to Matthew Maton of Bend Oregon!  As reported here previously, coached by my mentor Jim McLatchie.  Matthew became the first high schooler in almost 15 years to run sub 4 minutes in the mile at Hayward Field on Friday night clocking 3:59.38.  On the other end of the spectrum, Bernard Lagat set a Masters World 10K Record running 27:48.


I had to go out to our Road Side Running Attraction & Museum to fetch Eugene, Oregon’s THE REGISTER-GUARD, dated May 28, 2001.  A young, still with hair, Alan Webb (3:53:43) had just broken Jim Ryun‘s (3:55.3) 36 year old high school mile record, also at Hayward Field.  I of course had to call the paper and get a copy for my collection.  I’d better get on the horn with them this morning.


Always fun to feature this back in the day pic.  I’ve got a copy of it autographed by both Alan and Peter vd Westhuizen with their lifetime mile bests of 3:46.9 and 3:54.9.


I’ve shared this one recently but a good way to tie up the story on Bernie.  Peter, like me, burned hot for excellence.  I’ve still got the ember, just waiting on the right time and person to glow brightly once again.

From Carlyle’s Essay on Burns, 1922, The Macmillan Co., New York:
“Our own contributions to it, we are aware, can be but scanty and feeble; but we offer them with good-will, and trust that they may meet with acceptance from those for whom they are intended.”



“Cold blooded, cold blooded
Too cold!  I’m tellin you the truth!”


One of the funkiest back beats in all of music by one of the funkiest cats ever.  Johnny Guitar Watson’s take on life not his momma.  If you’ve never lent an ear to JGW, his guitar rifts and soulful, powerful vocals (Gangster of Love, Superman Lover, Ain’t That a Bitch, Lover Jones, I Want to Ta-Ta You Baby) made him one of my favorites of the 70s and 80s.

So yeah then, this is my gift to all you mothers out there.  And to all you cool daddies, grab some Johnny for the turntable this weekend, send the kids to grandma and grandpas, put on a clean pair of socks, spring for a bottle of $15 cabernet, turn down the lights as necessary, make a soft spot, and tell your baby she means the world to you, tell her what Johnny says:

Mama, come over here, let me talk to you for just a moment
Listen, there’s something I gotta tell you
You know, the love like we have, you know, you don’t find it every day
It’s something like finding feathers on a housecat
Or searching for a needle in a haystack
I guess I’ll just keep on lovin’ you

I hear the people talk
Whistling when you walk
Your kind is hard to find
Darlin’, I’m glad you’re mine
Just wanna let you know now
I’ll never let you go
I’m cool as I can be
Knowin’ you belong to me

And I’m lovin’ you, ooh, in the mornin’
Lovin’ you, baby, in the evenin’
Lovin’ you
You’re all there is and then some

You call me on the phone, sayin’
“Johnny, what’s goin’ on?” listen
I’ll jump off in my ride, quick
‘Cause I want you by my side
Now I can hardly wait
Till I get to your gate
Nothing could break our date
‘Cause baby, you take the cake

You are all there is and then some…

I’ll never leave you alone
You gave me a jones
I’m hooked just on your hug
A junkie now for your love
Now I can hardly wait
Till I get to your gate
Nothing could break our date
‘Cause baby, you take the cake


Before I feature my interview with Brian I’ve got to admit I’ve been living in a Fool’s Paradise.  I only thought I was a farmer.  My Sunday afternoon with the Amherst Flash and his wife on their operation revealed I’m a gardener and nothing more.

Will:  Please tell us, in just a few words, how you have been able to
maintain such durability at such a high level for such a long time?

Brian:   Lucky I guess. Protect your knees when sorting 250 lb. hogs. And learn from your mistakes, if a 280 lb. hog doesn’t want to leave his pen don’t pick him up and carry him out, you will end up with a disk bulge in your lower back.

Will:  How many races have you run in your career?  Approximately is OK.

Brian:  About 660 races.

Will:  How many awards, overall and age group have you won in your career?
Approximate is OK.

Brian:  Never keep track, but you got my curiosity up, so I counted , 525 medals , 190 trophies and plaques , 45 mugs and pottery.

Will:  What are your lifetime personal bests at 1 Mile, 5K, 10K, 10 Miles,
Half Marathon, and Marathon?

Brian:  Mile 4:26  5K  15:36  10K  31:38  15K  48:51  10 mile 51:24  Half 1:07:48 Full 2:30:08

Will:  What is your favorite ever race?

Brian:  Haven’t found it yet, but have a couple I like.

Will:  What is your favorite award ever?

Brian:  Probably the trophy from the state games 5 mile (they don’t run it anymore) or the miner pans from one of the races I like in Colorado ( Georgetown to Idaho Springs).

Will:  Any goal races after turning 55 this 4th of July?  Maybe going after
some state age group records?

Brian:  National senior games in Minnesota and Georgetown to Idaho Springs Half.  I don’t have the time or energy to train for fast times anymore.

Will:   You graduated from Amherst High and still live on the property on
which you were born. Please tell us one little known fact you would like
us to know about Amherst.

Brian:   Farming community that has honest hard working people, and a wrestling tradition that dates back to before I was in high school.

Will:  Smoked or cured?

Brian:  Both.

Brian: Other unimportant facts.

Have run 67,991 miles since 1-1-1980
Always thought a respectable time for a 10K was sub 33 , so my goal when I was younger was to run as many in a row as I could. Had 2 streaks one of 9 in a row and another of 13 in a row.
Have won 201 races. Two were marathons.  I was 15 when I ran my first road race, it was from Riverdale to Amherst for the town celebration and was a block short of 7 miles. I finished dead last, but I didn’t quit.
One of my most disappointing races was a 10K race in Kearney in 1994 , I won the race in 32:24 against runners from the collage and others. My mom and dad were there, my dad only saw me run a couple of races. After I had finish a couple of minutes some lady started throwing a fit about how slow of runners we were and no one deserves to win a race that slow.  She was standing near my dad, the race director had to tell her to leave.


Brian and Rose have a Real Love story out in the hills of Amherst.  Huge hills, now I know why this cat has been a stud his whole life.  Rose has mad cutting torch and welding skills, she made the sign gracing their long and hilly (again with the hills!) entry drive.


Brian’s first Lincoln Marathon was 35 years ago at age 19.


He has amassed an incredible amount of hardware.  Even more impressive is that he has saved each and every one, from trinket to treasure.   This photo only does 20% justice to what this shrine to longevity and excellence contains, but you get the idea.   I’ve seen a lot of running related stuff in my life and this ranks right up.


Brian’s hog operation is turn key.  Breeding through market.  Grows his own feed grain.  Thousand plus acres.   Between 1500-2000 head at any time.  He and Rose alone.   Linda and I got a complete tour.  If I’ve always admired Brian as a runner I realize now that it is only his second or third best gig.  This is our second time to buy a hog from Brian and as a former meat cutter, I’ve never had better.


An homage to the 1975 Omaha Tornado.

On August 28, 1990 I went for a run in Joliet, Illinois.  I’d blown into town only that week and was renting a duplex on a slab.  Had run about 3 miles when the temp dropped 15 degrees in one minute, the skies turning  aquamarine.  I did a 180 and made haste back to the digs.  Pelted by hail, winds and fear blowing me to unmeasured and unrecorded personal bests.  Now a hard driving rain with less than a mile to go.  I make it inside the saltine box structure, grab my two cats, and retreat to the only interior room of the house, a closet containing the water heater.  AM radio statically announcing the twister had just passed over Plainfield HS, was tracking HWY 30, right outside my front door.  Locomotive sounds immediately replaced by the sirens that would wail non-stop for the next 24 hours.  F5 tornado, 29 killed, 353 injured.

Early August, 1980 I was renting a house on Galveston Bay.  Beautiful rolling lawn down to the dock.  Fishing and crabbing and swimming commanding much of my free time.  Right next door to the popular hotspot, The Turtle Club.   My brother Jim and I, young and transplanted from the cornfields of Central Illinois.  Should I stay or should I go now?  We decided to stay.  Whitecaps breaking up against our sliding glass doors.  Two trees crashed down onto the covered parking, pancaking Jim’s pick up.  Another down on the roof, the limbs and debris just feet above our heads.  The sailboat that decided to anchor and ride it out, its mast light bobbing wildly, now eerily absent completely, to be found later a mile inland, its deceased captain still lashed in.  Then the eye and the only noise the downed power lines sparking and popping like a Chinese New Year.  And the other side, just as angry as the first.  The ride continued into the early morning hours.  The next day, surreal. Hurricane Allen, category 5 with max winds at 190 mph.  Killed 7 people in Texas and 17 in neighboring Louisiana.

Of note Hurricane Allen brought an end to the historic 1980 Texas Heat, which killed 107 Texans with an average June temperature reading of 96.3 degrees before two straight weeks of 100 plus including 3 at 104 degrees.  July’s average was an eye popping 99.4.

I’ve seen the Worst of Our Good Mother, and the Best.


I’m going deep into the 3 channel, black and white archives for today’s title.  A phrase was in my head and I had to google from whence it originated.  So I did and was transported back to my 1960s couch watching the good guys always win.  “The Guns of Will Sonnett.”  Walter Brennan played a tough guy, mentor, and sage in the Old West.

“No brag ma’am, just fact.”

That was the quote that surfaced like fat on broth and prompts today’s column.

But first, good effort on Saturday by Kathryn Merrill at the Brookings SD Half Marathon.  Gun or chip?  Her 1:34:30 was bested by a single second for 3rd overall.  The 1:34:29 that eclipsed her was based on chip time instead of gun.  There’s actually a rule about award places being based on gun times only but you know me and rules and all the friends they make me.

Now to the meat and potatoes.  In my world, Pete Kostelnick and Jessica Pape were the first Nebraskans to finish Lincoln.  Amber Sargent was the first Nebraska female to finish at Boston.  Cameron Cummings was the first finisher representing any club from Nebraska at Boston.  So, the top male and female finishers from both Boston and Lincoln represent Nebraska Run Guru Elite.

Slice it, dice it, what if all about it, shake it, bake it, any way you want it, just sniff it, whiff it, c’mon get with it.

NRGE, for the first half of 2015 at any rate, can lay solid claim as the best marathon club in Nebraska.  I should say marathon and beyond given their accomplishments in the ultra discipline.  Our mates hear the call of a tough guy, mentor and sage.  And toe the line.


Me and Kyle.  An Old Wrangler teaching a Young Gun the art of Straight Shooting.




A lot of discussion going in about how the 38th Lincoln Marathon was going to be held under near red flag conditions.  It was already 69 degrees fifteen minutes prior to the start.  Far less than ideal marathoning.  The temps and winds continued to pitch fits to those well trained as well as those poor sad sack bucket listers.

There were a few athletes however that rose above the unfriendly conditions.  They were all wearing the same kit.  And I’ll bet you’ve already figured out who they run for, who their coach (mostly) was.    Pete, Kyle, Jessica, and Alli

So here’s my Biggest Tip to Pete Kostelnick (3rd overall, *2:41:06*), Kyle Clouston (6th overall  2:47:46), Jessica Pape (4th overall female, 3:07:59), and Stacy Shaw (12th overall, 1st master in 3:22:24) and to the others that took our NRGE kit to the start line. Alli Moy Borgan improved her best by 12:00 finishing in 3:55.   Jeremy Morris had a bad day and dropped after the half.  Briana Adams, making her half marathon debut, started giving her breakfast back at 4 miles and that finally caught up and stopped her at 7 miles.  Jerrod Anazalone ran a 1:23.
*Pete is self coached*



The Good Mates prior to the gun.  Pete and Jeremy still warming up.  L to R, Kyle Clouston, Jerrod Anzalone, Alli Moy Borgan, Ashley Schurman, Briana Adams, Jessica Pape, Stacy Mangers Shaw.







Nancy Sutton Moss anticipates the cannon report that ushers the 12,500 runners through the streets of Lincoln.




Pete Kostelnick.  He’s got a cool confidence about him.  Centered, hard working, determined, focused.  And a big personal best and 3rd overall finish at Lincoln!




Kyle had a big pr too.  Pudding.



Stacy was hoping to run under 3:10 (she’s 49 folks!) but fell off to 3:22:24, still good enough for 12th overall female, and second overall masters behind 2nd Overall Female, 43 year old Liubov Denisova (2:46:29) of New York.  Pudding.




Jessica was our star of the women’s side.  Her 4th overall (3:07:59) and huge pr?  Pudding.






Katie White (1:18:16) shows once again that she has no rival from Nebraska women.  She took the half title by 3 minutes over Shannon Mauser Suing (1:21:49).  Shannon was one of the more interesting stories of the morning carrying a huge chip on her shoulder, running unattached and dispatching the best that Team Nebraska and the LRC Racing Team brought to the morning.







But first, Good Luck, Great Racing, and Giddyup!  I’m looking forward to the sweat fest this Sunday, marathon, Cruel Mistress!



The 150 bulbs of garlic went in the first week of November with promise of pungency, now not long away.



The eight hives are a buzzin.  They’re a tamer variety, smaller and golden in color.  I am able to mow to within 10 feet without disturbing their beeful bliss.

lettuceNevada and Muir head lettuces will be available beginning next week.  These were started by seed and transplanted into the garden on March 22.

tatersThe first planting of potatoes are up and green but the real treasures are the tubers getting busy below.

rainwaterWe’ve installed stock tanks under each of our downspouts.  Collected here, transferred 10 gallons at a time, by hand, back to the 55 gallon holding tanks next to the garden.  Great upper body and core work.  All of our produce is hand watered with rain.


Linda’s new toy will save valuable time mowing the acreage.  I’ve borrowed my buddy’s bobcat to move final pieces with an eye on tripling production in 2016.  Peace Love Work.

This week’s tally, everything except the Pattersons started from seed.
Into the Garden:
250 Patterson onion sets in.
72 turnip starts, Purple White Top, Shogoin, Golden Ball.
150 beet starts, Early Wonder, Golden Detroit, Cylindria, Early Wonder Tall Top, Detroit Supreme, Red Ace.
30 rows Painted Mountain Corn
14 rows Luscious Corn
13 rows Pay Dirt Corn
3 rows 4th of July Corn
6 rows Avicenna Lettuce
6 rows Nevada Lettuce
3 rows Crispino Lettuce
2 rows Triple Curl Italian Parsley
3 rows Single Plain Leaf Italian Parsley
24 pepper plants, Carmens, Highlander, Beaver Dam, Corno di Toro, Early Bird, and Yummy Blend.
15 eggplants.  Traviatta and Fairy Tale.
1 bed kale, Maribor, Darkibor and Lacinato
1 bed Mizuna
1 bed Yukina

In the hoop house:
Blocked Swiss Chard, Golden, Rhubarb, Fordhook Giant, Lyon.
Blocked Collards, Champion and Georgia.
Blocked Big Red peppers
Blocked Jalafuego peppers
Blocked Joe’s Long Cayennes
Started 7 pots of marigolds
Transplanted 12 pots of zinnias

Tended 55 happy and healthy chickens.  25 will go to Duncan’s Poultry on Monday morning for processing.  Chicken for a year, by my own hand.  Was issued my State of Nebraska egg handling permit for the remaining layers, will be selling at market come July.

Hasta Lunes!