the rum soaked fist: internal martial arts forum

BruceP wrote:I've yet to see Gary offer anything more than words and claims. So that being the only representation of his 'mastery' for any one to go on,

GrahamB wrote:I don't get the end game with people like Bruce. Is he going to lie on his death bed and look back on his life going "well, at least I showed those people on RSF a thing or two!" Great, you won the Internet. Well done.

wayne hansen wrote:Nice posts from those who accused me of being a dick

snowpanda wrote:
Whatever you think of Mizner, this is what he had to say about Doc. I found it in 30 seconds on Google. Maybe you don't rate Mizner's opinion, or you think he's lying... stranger things have happened.

I'll add a little to his claim that Doc is "fast and agile". I suppose he was in his late 50s at the time, but once after training he needed to get somewhere and took off running - ok to him it was jogging level effort, but his stride was a sprint for most people. I ran long distance so I know what good technique looks like, and what speed is, and what efforts different speeds require. I will just say that he was floating at a speed and effort level that I guarantee you will never see from anyone but elite runners. That doesn't come from a lifetime of jogging or fake training. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

If the "pathetic loser" in the OP was an RSFer, would you post up the same opinion as what you wrote above?

Care to share your opinion of what we're seeing in the push hands video?

GrahamB wrote:I don't get the end game with people like Bruce. Is he going to lie on his death bed and look back on his life going "well, at least I showed those people on RSF a thing or two!" Great, you won the Internet. Well done.

BruceP wrote:So Gary can run good. Awesome

GrahamB wrote:I don't get the end game with people like Bruce. Is he going to lie on his death bed and look back on his life going "well, at least I showed those people on RSF a thing or two!" Great, you won the Internet. Well done.

BruceP wrote:So Gary can run good. Awesome

Outstanding runners in such a culture would become key figures in holding together widespread associations, such as the Iroquois Confederacy, or even loose groupings of proximal tribes, by carrying news and
other urgent messages. A typical example of the role such runners played is recorded in Peter Nobokov’s excellent book “Indian Running.” In the 1860s a messenger runner of the Mesquakie tribe in his mid-fifties
ran 400 miles from Green Bay, Wisconsin to warn Sauk Indians along the Missouri River of an enemy attack. Such messenger runners were probably part of the culture of the Sauk, Creek, Omaha, Kickapoo,
Osage, and Menominee tribes, and possibly many others. Such runners dedicated their lives to this endeavor, following a strict diet and often practicing celibacy. On their runs they would carry a dried buffalo heart.

They were Tarahumara Indians from the Copper Canyons region of northwestern Mexico. Their curious appearance matched their mysterious legend—that they defy every known rule of physical conditioning and still speed along for hundreds of miles. The Tarahumara (pronounced Spanish-style, taramara by swallowing the “hu”) didn’t work out, or stretch, or protect their feet. They chain-smoked fierce black tobacco, ate a ton of carbs and barely any meat, and chugged so much cactus moonshine that they were either drunk or hungover an estimated one-third of each year (one day on their backs, that is, for every two on their feet). “Drunkenness is a matter of pride, not of shame,” Dick and Mary Lutz wrote in their book The Running Indians. And yet, the Lutzes insist, “There is no doubt they are the best runners in the world.”

Leadville was sure to test that claim. Once the starting gun sounded, around 4 a.m., a sea of taller heads quickly swallowed the Tarahumara runners, who faded into the middle of the pack behind the world’s most scientifically trained ultrarunners. As the sun rose, though, and the course began climbing toward the 12,640-foot peak at Hope Pass, the Tarahumara began easing forward, running so beautifully that one Leadville veteran was left mesmerized. “They seemed to move with the ground,” Henry Dupre would later tell The New York Times. “Kind of like a cloud or a fog moving across the mountains.”

At the first aid station, the Tarahumara who had decided to try the Rockports were now shucking them and pulling on the trash-picked sandals. By the turnaround point, sandaled feet were pattering hard behind the leaders. Not only were the Tarahumara gaining, but they also seemed to be getting stronger: They weren’t picking off the faders, so much as picking up the pace. Reports from observers at mountaintop stations said the Tarahumara were even smiling as they passed. Joe Vigil, the legendary American track coach, happened to be at the Leadville 100 that year, and he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. “Such a sense of joy,” Vigil would later say.

As the lead runners came to the finish, the Tarahumara had added reason to be happy. Breaking the tape, in a time of 20:03:33, was 55-year-old Victoriano Churro, a farmer and the oldest of the three Tarahumara. He was followed by Cerrildo Chacarito in second and Manuel Luna in fifth. The three Tarahumara were still bouncing along on their toes as they crossed the line.

Their performance proved to be no fluke. A year later, another Tarahumara runner, Juan Herrera, would win at Leadville, finishing in 17:30:42 and chopping 25 minutes off the course record. Then in 1995, three Tarahumara finished in the top-10 of the rugged Western States 100 in California.

GrahamB wrote:He’s lost every argument just doesn’t realise it