THE MOST INTERESTING MAN/WOMAN IN THE WORLD (issue 63)
- [Today for Positivity Wednesday we have a special treat. We're bringing to
your attention and thusly honoring one of the all-time greats of whom you've
probably never heard. He is Allan Kirik, a former world-class ultrarunner,
record-holder, and "hot" idol of countless "chicks" (we're only guessing
here, of course), and now a hot sales rep for Hot Sox. ;-) (You can judge
after you've seen his picture, OK?) But once again, today's hero doesn't
write much that you can view over the Internet, but there are a few places
where you can read about him. Here, for example, is a blog entry:
(But this entry is marred by an error, as is the AUA entry that this blogger
copied from. Fritz Mueller wasn't even AT THAT 50K CHAMPIONSHIP RACE in
1977. The AUA got it wrong, and now everybody since then has gotten it
wrong. We here today, however, got it right. Why? Because we have talked
to Mr. Kirik himself over the telephone. Apparently no one else has ever
thought to do that.)
Allan briefly held the road 50-mile world record in 1979 (before Barney
Klecker seized it rather emphatically the following year) by running 5:00:30
at Lake Waramaug in Connecticut. At that time only a precious FEW
Britishers had ever gone under 5 hours, but they'd done it only on track,
not on road. Allan regrets to this day slowing down to, yes, TALK to some
"idiot" casual runner who ran with him prior to the finish line, asking
questions--which, unfortunately, Allan bothered to answer! Proof, of
course, that sometimes "nice guys finish first."
In 2009 he was enshrined in the AUA Hall of Fame:
He's mentioned here (under "Field Notes" for the Workout of 11/27/2001--note
farther down that webpage is a photo taken on 9/11):
And, in what was perhaps his greatest victory, to date he is still the ONLY
American male ever to win London-to-Brighton:
So today he certainly IS our TMIMITW.]
He is the only tail gunner to emerge successfully from Vietnam and go on to
"gun" down all leading "tails" in footraces. Unfortunately, in his
long-distance races there were never any tails in front of him. He was
always in first place.
Formerly he could hold a sub-6 minute pace for weeks at a time. Today he
can only do it for up to 50 miles at a time, forcing himself to rest awhile
Enduring a lifetime of "just plain bad luck"--Vietnam included--he's a New
Yorker--and that, too, may be bad luck--who has nevertheless found triumph
in his later years. Unfortunately, the magazine in which his triumphs are
reported isn't for sale on any newsstand in New York City.
He has been known to line up at the front of the New York City Marathon with
all of the all-time greats, and proceed, after the starting gun (again, a
gun), to beat them.
Since he doesn't himself own a gun, he relies on his inherent ability to be
faster than a speeding bullet.
He once sold socks to Joan Benoit. They enabled her herself to become hot
enough to win the inaugural Women's Olympic Marathon in Los Angeles in 1984.
He considers Ted Corbitt, "the father of ultrarunning," to have been just
about his closest friend. Ted helped fund-raise the money he needed to fly
to London to race in 1979. But, of course as it turned out, he was able to
fly without the airplane. He simply *ran* atop the water across the
Atlantic at a sub-6 minute pace.
Witnesses to that crossing swear to this day that his actual pace was closer
to sub-3 minute miles.
As a former world-record-holder, he relies on reporters to be intrepid and
to do their homework. Then, once he trusts them, he guns their tails down,
His exploits are currently published in the Sept/Oct issue of "Marathon &
He is THE MOST INTERESTING MAN IN THE WORLD.
"I don't always out-gun or outrun everyone in the race; but, when I do, I
prefer not to have to slow down and talk to them. Stay speedy, my friends."
( 00 )
See (and hear) some originals:
[and thanks to UltraJohn Price--himself no stranger to speed--for supplying
this instead of that former long and always-broken hyperlink].
("your intrepid 800-year-old buzz-tweeting lute-plucking song-and-dance dude
reporting from--not London but--France")
Yankee Folly of the Day:
Imagine any magazine on earth NOT being for sale in New York City.
Apparently, these days all the newsstands are stocked only with picture
publications, so that readers no longer even *pretend* to read the articles?