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Download frank shorter12/18/2023 ![]() We visited relatives on my mother’s side of the family in Canton, New York, and then drove north across the border. A week or so before the opening ceremony, my wife, Louise, and I drove to the Olympic team assembly area in Plattsburgh, New York. ![]() I was confident that I’d be ready to do my best when it mattered most. Once again, I felt I was capable of finishing in the top three. I truly felt that Bill Rodgers was my main competition, but due to his hamstring injury, he wouldn’t be on top of his game in Montreal. If another challenger were out there in the international marathon scene, he would have shown himself by now. The other runners would know what was coming, but it shouldn’t make a difference. ![]() My tactics would be the same as in Munich: Go out with the lead pack, throw a midrace surge, and hold on. Due to a nagging, troublesome injury I’d suffered in February to my navicular bone, near the point where the foot and ankle meet, I wasn’t able to train quite as hard I realized I needed to dole out my energy and time carefully. The order was rapidly fading, as Bob Dylan had sung in the 1960s, but except for shaving off my mustache, I followed the same routine as in my buildup to the ’72 Games. It was the summer of the American bicentennial, the summer when Jimmy Carter was running for president against Gerald Ford, who had succeeded the disgraced Richard Nixon. I spent the entire summer of 1976 in Boulder, Colorado. The excerpt appeared in the August 2016 issue of Runner’s World. ![]() Editor’s note: This is an excerpt from Frank Shorter’s new autobiography, My Marathon, published by Rodale, owner of Runner's World. ![]()
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