In 2001, when Alberto Salazar and other Nike officials announced the seemingly impossible goal of landing a native-born American long-distance runner on an Olympic medal platform, Salazar carefully chose Rupp, a teen-aged soccer player at the time, to carry out that simultaneously rational and maverick long-term mission. Over the last dozen years, Rupp has stymied the sports media in the same manner that Glenn frustrated 1960s newspapermen, with his eternal sangfroid, with his total trust in the wisdom and probity of Salazar, and a heroism showing in day-to-day attention to detail rather than the grand, dramatic gesture. ("What The Rupp Medal Means," Runner’s World)
In 2001 I had been coached by Alberto for a year and change, training with Galen and several other elite high school runners– the above quote was real talk then, but at that age it is easy to be dreamy. Given that almost the entire group has retired from high level competitive running, seeing Galen (and Mo, one of Alberto’s current pupils) succeed as forecasted way back to those days stirs a lot of good memory, and a feels a bit personal in a way, too. Hats off to those guys.