Since I have returned to One Foot In Reality, I have decided to clean-up and re-publish this series, there were a few rough spots, things left out and I thought it would be nice to share this old fart's story of running over the years on #Throwback Thursdays.
There will not be as many photographs, yeah it was the way it was back then. Yeah, this story and its other chapters tell the story of the 40 plus years it took to make me into the runner I am now.
No I am not an élite runner and truthfully, I haven't run in all that many races considering how long I have been a runner. I have mostly just run.
To make things more simple I have broken these posts into where I have lived and run. Some places will have their own posts, others will be combined sometimes I will even break out a particularly important event in my running into its own post.
This post will be about the years June 1975 to August 1975:
I graduated from High School on June 11th and on June 23rd I was winging my way to Cape May, NJ for Coast Guard Boot Camp. I was all of 17 years old, never been on a plane before, never away from home for more than a night or two, and I was scared as hell!
Boot Camp 1975
However, I also knew that I had to leave when I did, things were not great for me at home and going in the Coast Guard all those years ago, was probably one of the best and most important decisions that I have made in my life.
I know that there is not a day that goes by, since the day I raised my hand and said:
"I, ..., do solemnly swear (or affirm) that I will support and defend the Constitution of the United States against all enemies, foreign and domestic; that I will bear true faith and allegiance to the same; and that I will obey the orders of the President of the United States and the orders of the officers appointed over me, according to regulations and the Uniform Code of Military Justice. So help me God."
Voluntarily giving that oath changed my life completely and still affects it, especially since I still believe in it and am still bound by my oath.
I really hate to think what my life would have been like if had not decided to go into the Coast Guard that summer - I would have probably ended up...well it doesn't matter does it, because I did. Still it scares me to think of how different my life would have been. Too many of my high school classmates have crossed over the bar to the other side that stayed home.
Once I got to Boot Camp and became a member Uniform 26, I did my best to follow my grandfather's advice: never volunteer, don't stand-out, don't be a dirt bag, don't be first, don't be last (I screwed that up a little), keep your mouth shut and try to become invisible.
Uniform 26 Graduation Photo
I followed that advice enough so that my 6th week into boot camp, my Company Commander - Chief Chambers (who was replaced by BM1 Terry, the ACC after week 7 if I remember correctly) asked me what I was doing in his squad bay, what Company did I belong to and was serious about it.
When I responded "Uniform 26, sir!" He said "bullshit, come with me" and took me into the Company's office and looked me up on the rolls, when he saw that I was in his company, he just sat down and started laughing.
After he stopped laughing, he told me to get to hell out of there, but I was in his spotlight for the next week and did more pushups, dying cockroaches and earned more demerits than I had in all my previous 7 weeks put together. This was until I was able to go back to being invisible again, when others in the Company needed his attention more than I did.
Running All the Time
One thing about boot camp - if you were not in formation, you were "on the bounce", running where ever it was you needed to go.
The morning formation runs were pretty easy, but what we had to run in really sucked. We were issued the old white canvas, rubber bottom sneakers for running (true minimalist running shoes - if they would have only fit decently) and then when it wasn't PE, we had to wear steel toed boondockers (which totally sucked and caused way too many blisters), especially when running with a rifle at high port on the beach or Marlborough country (those frigging sandy beaches), which our company seemed to visit way too often.
So I probably ran more during the 10 weeks in boot camp than I had my whole last year in High School.
The only time I didn't really listen to my grandfather's great advice was twice - during the 300 yard shuttle runs in our PE phase testing.
During the 2nd week PE test, I almost beat this big guy from Philly in the 300 yard shuttle run. He was pissed that a scrawny little kid from Maine had almost beat him. A lot of his "friends" gave him a lot of grief for that and I quickly learned to avoid him, if I didn't want to deal with his attitude. It worked most of the time.
During our 8th week we had our last PE progress test, which included another 300 yard shuttle run. We ran the elimination heats and finally it came down to the 2 of us and 3 other guys. Before the last heat, he told me he was going to kick "my ass - bad" this time and if I beat him it would even be worse!
He was definitely trying to intimidate me (it was working too, he had gotten in trouble a couple of times for fighting in the squad bay and definitely had some problems with his temper) and I know he would have hurt me bad if he wanted to. However, I was the only one who was running that day, that had a prayer of beating him in the 300 yard shuttle and we both knew it.
During the race it was one of those times when everything just comes together perfectly and we were side-by-side coming off the last shuttle. At that point I found another gear and just kicked it in, I beat him by a good 10 yards and kept running for what felt like another 200, before I stopped and looked around.
I was actually scared he might try to kick my ass for beating him right then and there. I wanted to put a little distance between us.
When I jogged back up to the finish line, one of the PE instructors told me I had broken the recruit record for the 300 yard shuttle (no idea what the time was) and that my name was going on a plaque in the base gym - never saw it???
The guy from Philly came over, because he had been "ordered" to be a good sport, he glowered at me and shook my hand (he damn near broke it - on purpose) and said he had never seen anyone run like that before and that we would talk about it "later". That kind of ruined the moment for me a little
If I remember right he got assigned to "red belts" later that afternoon for something he said to the Assistant Company Commander, which was probably a good thing for me.
The next day during our morning formation run, I stepped in a sewer drain wrong and almost broke my left ankle. I was in the hospital for a week and barely got to graduate with my Company. I don't know if it was true or not but a couple of guys told me it was a probably a good thing I was in the hospital ward until right before we graduated, because certain people had looked for me to give me a "blanket party" for winning that race.
The reality is that
Boot Camp set the tone for the remainder of my life and the person that I have become.
It was the first time in my life I had actually the opportunity to sit down and talk to any other race. Back then there was only one black family in the town where I grew up in Central Maine and they didn't have any kids. There were no Asians, no Hispanics, etc., pretty much everyone was of white Anglo-Saxon background or didn't advertise their heritage (things were different back then).
Boot Camp Graduation - 1975
Needless to say, it was just a little culture shock for me!
Coming from a small town in Maine, to the melting pot of boot camp in the mid-70's. Especially, when I met and talked to so many people who didn't fit the stereotypes that I had of them before I got there.
It was a definite learning experience and taught me that it doesn't matter if someone is black, white, yellow, red, green or purple, it is how people treat you and how you treat them that matters the most and that is a lesson that I still use to this day.
I did a LOT of running in Boot Camp and while most of it wasn't competitive, it was still running. When I left, I could run long distances better than I ever could and couldn't wait to get to the ship I had been assigned to - back in South Portland, Maine.
I wouldn't trade the experiences that I had that summer, they helped make me the person that I am today.
Yeah, even going home with one of the guys for the weekend and eating way too many chocolate chip cookies on the way back to Cape May.