January 25, 2009

Cliff Young: An Unassuming Hero

As a filmmaker I am always trying to keep my eyes and ears open for great stories that need to be told. During the summer of 2007 I heard a story in church that I knew would make a great film. Not only is it a story worth telling, it shocks me that more people haven't heard this story already. It's the story of Cliff Young, an Australian marathon runner.

The following is the story as I originally heard it. The details might not be entirely accurate from my research, but I assure you it is a true story. Unfortunately I do not know who the original author of this article is, otherwise I would give credit for the prose where it is due. Please enjoy the story of Cliff Young:

Every year, Australia hosts an 875-kilometer endurance racing from Sydney to Melbourne - considered to be the world’s longest and toughest ultra-marathon. It’s a long, tough race that takes a week and normally participated by world-class
athletes who train specially for the event. Backed by big names in sports like Nike, these athletes are mostly men
and women under 30 years old and equipped with the most expensive sponsored training outfits and shoes.


In 1983, these top class runners were in for a surprise. On the day of the race, a guy named Cliff Young showed up. At first, no one cared about him since everybody thought he was there to watch the event. After all, he was 61 years old, showed up in overalls and galoshes over his work boots
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As Cliff walked up to the table to take his number, it became obvious to everybody he was going to run. He was going to join a group of 150 world-class athletes and run! During that time, these runners don’t even know another surprising fact - his only trainer was his 81-year-old mother.

Everybody thought that it was a crazy publicity stunt. But the press was curious, so as he took his number 64 and moved into the pack of runners in their special, expensive racing outfit, the camera focused on him and reporters started to ask:

“Who are you and what are you doing?”

“I’m Cliff Young. I’m from a large ranch where we run sheep outside of Melbourne.”

They said, “You’re really going to run in this race?”

“Yeah,” Cliff nodded.

“Got any backers?”

“No.”

“Then you can’t run.”

“Yeah I can.” Cliff said. “See, I grew up on a farm where we couldn’t afford horses or four wheel drives, and the whole time I was growing up– until about four years ago when we finally made some money and got a four wheeler– whenever the storms would roll in, I’d have to go out and round up the sheep. We had 2,000 head, and we have 2,000 acres. Sometimes I would have to run those sheep for two or three days. It took a long time, but I’d catch them. I believe I can run this race; it’s only two more days. Five days. I’ve run sheep for three.”

When the marathon started, the pros left Cliff behind in his galoshes. The crowds smiled because he didn’t even run correctly. Instead of running, he appeared to run leisurely, shuffling like an amateur.

Now, the 61-year-old potato farmer from Beech Forest with no teeth had started the ultra-tough race with world-class athletes. All over Australia, people who watched the live telecast kept on praying that someone would stop this crazy old man from running because everyone believed he’ll die even before even getting halfway across Sydney.

Every professional athletes knew for certain that it took about 7 days to finish this race, and that in order to compete, you would need to run 18 hours and sleep 6 hours. The thing is, old Cliff Young did not know that!

When the morning news of the race was aired, people were in for another big surprise. Cliff was still in the race and had jogged all night down to a city called Mittagong.

Apparently, Cliff did not stop after the first day. Although he was still far behind the world-class athletes, he kept on running. He even had the time to wave to spectators who watched the event by the highways.

When he got to a town called Albury he was asked about his tactics for the rest of the race. He said he would run through to the finish, and he did.

He kept running. Every night he got just a little bit closer to the leading pack. By the last night, he passed all of the world-class athletes. By the last day, he was way in front of them. Not only did he run the Melbourne to Sydney race at age 61, without dying; he won first place, breaking the race record by 9 hours and became a national hero! The nation fell in love with the 61-year-old potato farmer who came out of nowhere to defeat the world’s best long distance runners.

He finished the 875-kilometre race in 5 days, 15 hours and 4 minutes. Not knowing that he was supposed to sleep during the race, he said when running throughout the race, he imagined that he was chasing sheep and trying to outrun a storm.

When Cliff was awarded the first prize of $10,000, he said he did not know there was a prize and insisted that he had not entered for the money. He said, “There’re five other runners still out there doing it tougher than me,” and he gave them $2,000 each. He did not keep a single cent for himself. That act endeared him to all of Australia. Cliff was a humble, average man, who undertook an extraordinary feat and became a national sensation.

In the following year, Cliff Young entered the same race and won the 7 th place. During the race, his hip popped out of the joint socket, his knee played up and he endured shin splints. But those didn’t deter him from finishing the race. When he was announced as the winner for most courageous runner and presented with a Mitsubishi Colt, he said, “I didn’t do it near as tough as old Bob McIlwaine. Here, Bob, you have the car,” and gave the keys to him.

It was said that Cliff Young never kept a single prize. People gave him watches, because he never had one. He would thank them because he did not want to hurt their feelings, but will then give it away to the first child he saw. He did not understand why he would need a watch because, he said, he knew when it was daylight, when it was dark, and when he was hungry.

Cliff came to prominence again in 1997, aged 76, when he attempted to become the oldest man to run around Australia and raise money for homeless children. He managed to completed 6,520km of the 16,000km run before he had to pull out after his only permanent crew member became ill.

His love for running never diminished but in year 2000, after collapsing in his Gellibrand home a week after completing 921 kilometers of a 1600-kilometre race, his lose his strength for running. The mild stroke ended his heroic running days.

After the long illness, Cliff Young, the running legend passed away on 2 nd November 2003. He was 81.

January 3, 2009

Over Too Soon

In a couple of days I'll be back in class with a busy schedule to manage.  I don't know how I'll do it. Honestly, I don't know how I'll do it; sleeping in has been so nice.  At least while the holidays were here I made some nice memories with family and friends.  I'd like to share one that I have photographic evidence of:
My brothers and I took advantage of the snowstorms and the necessity of shoveling to build a mountain in the backyard.  It wasn't the first time we'd made the attempt to build a mountain, so we tried a new system based on past experience to more efficiently build this mountain.  The task required a couple of shovels, a wheelbarrow, and hours of physical labor but in the end we had a mountain bigger than any mountain from previous years.  Our new stacking and packing techniques worked pretty well it appears.
If it keeps snowing and my brothers keep at it by Febuary the mountain could be as tall as the house.  I don't know why stacking snow can be such a satisfying activity, but one thing I do know is that it makes shoveling less of a chore.

December 23, 2008

Orange ya glad that it's my birthday!

Today is my birthday. I am a whopping twenty-four years old now, which just seems weird. I don't feel like I should be twenty-four already, I mean it's just that I imagined twenty-four year olds would have to be much more mature and grown-up. Anyway, I'm not going to say anything about feeling old in my social circles, because when it comes right down to it I'm not that old.
My mom asked me if I wanted a cake or anything for my birthday, but cake during the holidays seems like a sugar overdose waiting to happen. I declined the cake offer. My brothers and I then brainstormed other foods we could put candles in (or at least a candle) so they could sing and I could make a wish properly:
a birthday muffin perhaps,a slice of pie,or how about a Christmas orange. The possibilities were endless, but the orange sounded the most appealing in the long run. So it happened that I had my first birthday orange.

December 16, 2008

Let It Snow!

Isn't snow beautiful! When it's snowing it doesn't feel so cold, but then the sky clears up the air starts to freeze. The only good thing about a freezing clear sky is that it makes for great pictures. Here are a few from today:I didn't have any finals. What else was I supposed to do?

December 15, 2008

Done and Done

Finals are finally here - I mean - finally over. I finished all my tests and projects last week, and today I plowed ahead and eliminated my last paper. Done and done. Now all I have to do is waltz into a final on Wednesday afternoon, turn in a paper and I'll be free. I've never been done with all my finals so soon. And now that I'm looking back on this semester I realize that it's actually been a lot of fun. Never too stressful (well, it had its moments), but plenty of fun times to balance the work load. The best decision of the semester was probably going to folk dance tryouts the first week. The other great decision of the semester was to sign up for bowling. Between folk dance and bowling I was required to have fun in the middle of the day Monday through Friday. My attendance was perfect.
We moved into a new ward this semester and I am happy to report that the new ward is awesome! Besides the apartment needing some minor repairs here and there, and my car getting dinged while it was parked on the street, this semester on condo row has been superb.
The other bit of exciting news is that I finally got my new digital SLR. I got a Pentax K200D. It's a great camera and it's compatible with all my old lenses. I haven't had much time to play with it just yet, but here's a sneak peek at it's coolness with some pictures I took today.

November 30, 2008

Am I an Uncle or a Plumber?

So I've gone a whole month without blogging... I don't even have a good excuse for it. School keeps me busy, but not that busy. Well there it is, I guess I'm just lazy.
Thanksgiving happened. I gave thanks, I partook of turkey, potatoes, four kinds of pie, stuffed myself with stuffing, etc. and then slept very well that night on a full stomach. The break was good, especially because I could feel good about lounging around doing nothing since it qualified as spending quality time with my family. We went bowling, did some taste testing at Costco, and relaxed in the new hot-tub. Good times.
The coolest part of seeing the family was getting to hold my new niece, Hunter Sapphire Hoyt Gandy. Yep, that's her name. She was born earlier this month and has been blessed with a full head of hair. Observe: What a good-looking uncle, I know (totally joking, I wish I wasn't though)! She's adorable, even when she's awake.
The other exciting thing that happened during the vacation at home was the assembly of the new toilet. Daniel and I tackled what the box said was a forty-five minute job, but spent most of the day trying to install the toilet. The problems started with dropping screws through holes in the floor, and then got really complicated when we buried an important gasket under the toilet that was supposed to go in between the bowl and the tank. Okay, I didn't read all of the instructions, but even when I eventually did they didn't make any sense.
If I had one thing to say to toilet manufacturers it would be this: Assembly instructions for toilets should be more like lego instructions and include pictures! Building a lego castle is far more complicated, but the instructions are 100x more intelligible.
In the end the toilet got installed, doesn't leek, looks quite nice, and I learned something important: I do not have an aptitude for plumbing.

October 29, 2008

Question for the Board

The other day I was by myself riding the elevator in the JFSB in no particular hurry to get anyplace when it occurred to me that I might be wasting money. How much was this elevator ride costing the school? I'm healthy and perfectly capable of taking the stairs, especially since no one else was hopping on the elevator. Was I just being selfish? This was my line of thought at the time, which was leading me to believe that I might be able to create a soap box of the issue and make some political stance. But I'd have to check my facts first, of course, so I took my question to the 100 hour board (they'll answer any question in 100 hours; theboard.byu.edu)...

Q
Dear 100 Hour Board,
How much does it cost in electricity to ride a elevator four floors in the JFSB?
- gandyman
Direct Link to Question

A Dear Gandyman,
According to this site, riding an elevator one floor uses about 2.5 watt-hours, which is about half as much energy as it takes to charge up your cell phone battery. So, four times that is 10 Wh. To put that in perspective, a KILOWatt-hour costs about seven cents. So when going four floors, you're costing the university about .07 cents.
-Claudio

...there it is. So much for my political "let's save the economy by taking the stairs" soap box. Apparently it cost vertually nothing to ride the elevator . Unless I overlooked something...