THE MOST INTERESTING MAN/WOMAN IN THE WORLD (issue 61)
- [And another Happy Positivity Wednesday to alla y'all who otherwise feel a
tad less than ecstatic. Today we have vast pressing urges to bestow honor
and pay homage to yet another heroic ultrarunner from
back-in-the-not-so-long-ago day. She is Sue Ellen Trapp, THE absolute
monarch of multidays--or more specifically the 48- and 24-hour timed racing
events. She's in the Hall of Fame
(http://www.americanultra.org/halloffame.html) and is, to date, the only one
from her era to STILL HOLD an Open Road World Record, set way back in
November 1993. She's not much for bragging, or blogging, but you can find a
rather current conversation with her here...
...despite the site's errors and confusions regarding that World Record; you
can track down 20 years of her "box scores" here...
...and you can check out most all of her cumulative racing records here...
You may need to click around to find them all, but do yourself a favor and
click on World, Women's Open, and Women's Masters Records. OMG there's a
She's been likened to "The Energizer Bunny," except for the fact that the
animated rabbited base-drum-beating television character wears out long
before she does.
Her ultrarunning feats of endurance haven't so much been written in the
record books in ink as chiseled on monuments in stone. It has been
universally agreed that no current or future female human being will ever
She's set world records both as a young woman and as a younger woman.
Several decades of the 20th century came and went in the interim.
If Superwoman's alter-ego was as a mild-mannered reporter for The Daily
Planet, she would not be her. If Superwoman's alter-ego was as a
speed-drilling dentist, she would be.
She is actually faster than a whizzing tooth drill, more powerful than a
Medicare payment-in-full, able to leap all illogical recordkeeping in a
single footrace, and is still capable--even now--of keeping her dual
citizenship on Planet Krypton.
Once she thought she had lost a race, but she was wrong. The only runner in
front of her at the end was the last one she hadn't lapped yet.
When she excuses herself and tells you she's "gotta fly," she isn't kidding.
Batman and Robin do not even come close to the "dynamic duo" that she and
her daughter represent.
Her fame has fanned not only decades, but centuries, millennia, and epochs.
Dinosaurs (like Ray Krolewicz, for example) couldn't beat her. And yet she
hasn't aged a single hour in all that time.
As recently as last week she was approached by Shape, Glamour, and Oxygen
magazines to be their cover model. She turned them all down, preferring
instead just a blurb at the back of her local running club's newsletter.
Her exploits are now being published in the Sept/Oct issue of "Marathon &
She is THE MOST INTERESTING WOMAN IN THE WORLD.
"I don't always outrun Ray the K; but, when I do, I prefer that he sit up in
his trackside napping lawnchair and take notice. Stay (forever!)
competitive, my friends."
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See (and hear) some originals:
[and thanks to UltraJohn Price--himself no stranger to the road or
track--for supplying this instead of that former long and always-broken
("your 800-year-old buzz-tweeting always-ogling lute-plucking French
song-and-dance man who happens to be seven centuries older than even Ray K")
Yankee Folly of the Day:
Who knew that Sue Ellen started out in Chi-Town? Certainly not yours
troubly who, by sluggish comparison, thinks he started life by oozing from
the bottom of Lake Michigan and has yet to even make it to shore.