Prior to arriving in London for the Olympics we were told repeatedly that the Olympics were different. How different could they be? It’s still a race walk. The rules don’t change. The course is a loop. We’ve seen all of the competitors before at other international meets, we’ve even seen most of the judges. What could be different about that? Well, after having been though our first one I can honestly say, just about everything.
We started to see the differences days before the event. the course walk-through was actually not a walk-through at all. For the most part it was a walk-beside. For half of the course nobody could walk on it, only beside it. For the other half of the course those without full accreditation could not even see it except for at a great distance.
The course was guarded by military personnel 24 hours per day. It was so unique that I would have taken a photo except that I was told by the folks in uniform that both myself and my camera would be confiscated. It was interesting to talk to the lads though. Seeing that we were from Canada they nearly all could tell us about their stay in Canada at the UK exchange base in Alberta.
The way that the course was set up half of the route was accessible and half was enclosed in a secure area that only ticketed or accredited folks could enter. The secure area contained all of the features that we need access to during the race except for the personal drinks station. We found out about this 10 days before the event. We informed Athletics Canada staff that at least one of us would need a pass to be able to do our job. Lots of promises and much discussion later, come race day we had no pass and no access. Luckily, Carmen Alvarez, Inaki’s long-standing (and long-suffering) partner came to the rescue. Through contacts that she had she rustled up a “magic” pass that not only allowed me to get in but allowed me to go almost anywhere I wanted. Thank you 
Carmen!
I suppose that the prelude to any event that takes place in front of Buckingham Palace would not be complete without a visit from the Queens Guard and the boys in the band. We were treated to, among other classics, a rousing rendition of Queen’s “Don’t Stop Me Now”, which was both pleasant and fitting to the situation although odd to be coming from this band.
Using my magic pass I found a great spot just beyond the Finish line. I was joined at my little perch in front of the main stands by the Gomez-Goroztieta clan and friends. What at first seemed like a questionable idea form an athlete/coach perspective, having all of that distraction in our faces, turned out to be a game saver. We were in the only area on
the entire course that was accessible to “persons needing assistance”. That’s where the abuela (Spanish for grandmother) comes into the picture. Inaki’s grandmother is a “person needing assistance” and also, I found of later, a “person of great resistance”. The event staff did not want us cluttering up media sight lines and came down to move us along. Even though she has little English, the abuela cottoned to the situation and sat stony faced and silent and refused to move. The event staff, being true Brits with full respect for elders, were stymied. As a compromise they gave us boundaries that we could not go outside and every once in a while came by to see if we hadn’t considered moving along. The event staff quickly and effectively removed all others who dared venture into the sacred space until, later during the race, the Irish moved in. They event staff didn’t even bother coming by to talk to them, there was no way that they were going to mess with the Irish as, by now, they know that it always turns out badly.
OK, so with all that going on the race got underway. Finally, we came to a point in the race where things again became familiar. Because of the slow start the pack was very dense and everyone inside the pack had little to no room to move. This went on for a full two laps of the race until the boys at the front de
cided that the race was on and the pace picked up spreading out the field. The rest of the race unfolded as we expected with Inaki picking up with a pack that was travelling at his pace. At about 13km the pack started to slow down and at 16km I gave Inaki the signal to break away and get moving, that Canadian record was not going to wait for him. He was immediately able to respond and pulled away with only one other member of the pack going with him. That little boost made the difference and he crossed the line with a brand new Canadian record for his Olympic debut.
This amazing feat could not have happened without the assistance of many people who worked selflessly behind the scenes, we’d like to thank:
- Blair Miller and Keith Cheek, travel maven/assistant coach and coach’s assistant
- Carmen Alvarez, ticket mistress and undying supporter
- The abuela, antidote to unreasonable authority
- The Gomez-Goroztieta clan, rabid fans
- Garfield Crooks, therapist extrordinaire, water boy and photographer par excellence
- Evan Dunfee, technical expert, training partner and world traveller
- The UBC cheerleading squad, you know who you are
- Marilou Lamay and Dr. Linda Thyer, medical support and true belief
- The Athletics Canada coaching and administrative staff, technical stuff and taking a chance on us
- Our training buds at Racewalk West, good humour, reality checks and unconditional love
- The staff at Sport Canada Pacific, training facilities and testing
- Brent Vallance and the AIS, rock solid support and the opportunity to train with the best
- Asics who keeps Inaki looking good
- all the rest of everyone else
Thank you all, we do appreciate what you do for us.
Racewalk West 