Land of the Kiwis A runner in New Zealand

28Feb/100

Beware The Tsunami

Yesterday there was an 8.8 magnitude earthquake off the coast of Chile. I was unaware of said event as it would seem unlikely to affect my life. However, while I was out on my long boring solo Sunday run I came across a Wellington civic worker, decked out in what I would have mistaken for firefighting gear, who put his hand up to me as I was about to run by onto a nice gravelly beach path.

Tsunami

"Beware, En Zed. Beware!"

"I'm gonna have to stop you mate. There's a Tsunami warning in effect."

"What? Wow, uh, thanks!... Good to know."

I immediately got a surge of adrenaline before realizing that the threat was probably pretty minimal and a ways off if this guy was still on the beach. And I know I'd seen other people on the beachfront sidewalk (though indeed no one was on any of the beaches I ran by, a fact that I chalked up to there being absurd gusts of wind). As I ran along, eager to get away from the cliffs trapping me on the waterfront, I actually realized there was no way a wave was just going to rush in and dominate me. The two main reasons being I was on the downwind coast (I didn't know it was earthquake induced at this point), and the South Island was barely shrouded behind misty low-hanging clouds across the channel. Surely it would block most of the raging Tsunami, all I would get is a gradual swell of water and some flooding. Indeed, the whole global incident proved to be quite subdued and I laughed when I read the media's post-"Tsunami" reports which were decidedly disappointed in tone.

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24Feb/100

Peaceful Easy Feeling

I suspect everyone has a moment, at least once in a while, when they just feel... good. Like everything's just alright. For me this time, it's some combination of contentment, relaxation, and achievement. A good friend of mine, Julie McNamara, captured it well with her catch phrase, "I have a peaceful easy feeling." It's this sense that everything is as it should be, with no work to be done (if only for the moment). Unfortunately, this does not generally describe me. I've been told my brow is usually furrowed, and even if I'm physically at rest, I usually catch myself scheming about something or other upstairs. One of my brothers often claims he'd be content with whatever direction his life took him, a statement I find troubling and have often skeptically needled him about. However, right now, even my little netbook is in a state of serenity, as a leaf just blew up and is now arched (I'm tempted to say artfully) over the rim of the bezel. Interestingly enough, just writing about it is heightening my sensation. Let's investigate...

Today is an sublimely beautiful day. The sun has been out regularly this past week, so I can't complain, but most times, it has been accompanied by an energetic wind that forces you to chain all your belongings to the ground. Today however, there is only a lazy breeze, just enough to breath fluttering life to the scenery. I've actually gone out and just walked around the city a couple times on these really great days, following my nose and allowing any street vendor to capture my attention (such is the luxury of setting your own minimal working hours). Heh, I remember a week ago I had a bit of a chat with a woman handing out free books on Hinduism. Her opener was, "Today we're giving free books to anyone dressed in white!" (I was athletically geared in white adidas shorts and a plain cotton T), "Here, have a look!" I eventually declined her products, but I found her sales method particularly interesting as she claimed, upon learning my nationality, to have spent some time in Boston. A follow up question illuminated the bluff as she didn't remember the name of the bank she supposedly worked at for 4 years... but I had some fun (and good conversation) digging into her fictional character, forcing her to exercise her imagination. To her credit, she humored all my purposefully probing questions and we had a few laughs along the way. Upon reflection, I don't blame her for pretending at all. If I was trying to get people intrigued in my products (or in this case evangelizing), I would surely make up ridiculous stories about myself, not only to form a connection with the customer, but also to just stay entertained. Sales must be a pretty demanding job. I could never do it... not because I can't be devious, but because I would never be able to handle all the rejection.

Well that was some tangent... Anyways, back to the investigation. Most people have a pretty simple gage for how their life is going and at the moment I'm no different. Career, Hobby, and relationships. Looking at "the bigger picture", and if we take this popular measuring stick of success, things are looking up for me. Web work has been good to me, keeping me as busy as I could hope to be and allowing me to get rid of some of my substantial college debt. Recently, I've also been hitting some new ground in my track workouts. I'm feeling the speed returning and my calf/hip drills are starting to feel more natural.

So now I find myself, baking away, reminising about the week that was, both at the center of it all, and yet sheltered from the bustle. And so now you see why I say, "I have a peaceful easy feeling..."

Time for a nap.

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21Feb/100

Come on, Phoenix!

Got to our seats just as the main event hit the field.

Wellington Phoenix vs. Perth Glory

Just got tickets and watched a pretty epic soccer match between the Wellington Phoenix and Australia's Perth Glory. Unfortunately for me, the Glory were in in purple so I had a hard time remembering who to root for (the Phoenix rock out in yellow and black). However, local fans did a fine job of helping me out. I haven't seen so much team spirit from so many perhaps ever... Understandably, the Phoenix are unique in that they have the entire nation behind them, not just a local city. This made for some interesting cheers too. Example situation: hard tackle, whistle blown, Glory player indignant, crowd chant:

"Saaaaaaame ooooold Aaaaaaaaaussieeeeees... Allllllllwaaaaays cheeeeeeeatiiiiiiiing!"

It was great fun and the game was really close. I missed "our" first goal while out getting a tasty chicken burger but did see the Glory equalizer (actually seeing the goal was fortunate, because there was absolutely no reaction from the crowd to the goal on the opposite side of the field. Some of my buddies were looking around, "Wait,... What?".

Epic shot to seal the deal!

Game winning shot

Regulation ended with a 1-1 tie and the 2 15min overtime periods saw tons of opportunities but no conversions. Just as well though as I wouldn't have wanted to miss out on what happened next: PKs.

(On a side note, I thought the level of play was pretty similar, skill-wise, to the MLS but with more intensity and penetration. To me, MLS always seems to play keep away, though they can hardly say they even succeed at that... The Phoenix goal tender was particularly atrocious, making some grade school decisions with his feet and regularly pounding the ball out of bounds to the skepticism of his teammates. Heh, he often didn't even watch the tail end of the ball's flight instead choosing to turn around, flex, and spit, surely thinking to himself "I'm a freakin' goalie, what do you expect...?")

Ironically he and his foot became the hero of the game as he leapt to the right guessing at the direction of Perth's 3rd PK. The Perth player chose to go up the middle and the keeper slashed his trailing foot in front of the shot, saving the goal. Crowd went nuts. Shirts off, yellow buzzing everywhere! So all in all, I guess he's OK in my book...

Oh, btw, the match was played in Westpac Stadium. (I think it seats something like 33,000?) Well the soccer fans here did a great job of packing it out. 24,748 in attendance (Remember, greater Wellington only has something like 300,000 people...). I also may have mentioned it before but the Phoenix are New Zealand's only A-league team (the rest of the league is comprised of Aussie teams).

Go Phoenix!

20Feb/100

Return to Mondo

(Ah nuts, I thought I posted this a while ago... guess I just saved a draft)

Well its been a grizzly 6 weeks since I last raced, and I have a grizzled beard to show for it. The time since Jan 1st has been full of pain and stiffness from the work I'm doing fixing my stride (still no sickness though, woohoo!). It's not up to Coe/Bekele standards but so much better already. On the injury front, good news is my Achilles are officially back to 100% and my cardio is solid. It turns out that what I believed to be a nagging achilles has actually been a posterior impingement that I suffered sprinting down the backside of Pine Cobble 5-6 months ago. The injury happened because I was acting all gazelle-like, leaping and bounding over rocks. My legs couldn't keep up with my fantasy and I ended up clipping one of the boulders with my heel, causing massive shock to the ankle. Anyways, long story short, it's been cramping my style for 6 months. The only pain is a slight dull ache when I plantar-flex my foot, but that slight pain has lead to my body compensating by not flexing as hard (not pushing off). Slowly, it's also tried to maintain balance by not pushing off with the other foot either. The result is a stride that literally doesn't use the calf muscles. No speed. No power. I might as well have prosthetics (insensitive? meh). So since learning about my state of being 3 weeks ago, I've been on a nice little rehab plan for my calves, as well as correcting several other peripheral issues with my stride in general. The problems and the correction strategy:

  • Mean crossover. To fix this is just a mental focus process. I can look at my legs and force the feet out a bit as I run. This will also cause less movement in my ankle leading to less... (next item)
  • Over-pronation. Caused by crossover and... (next item)
  • Over striding. I've been heel striking waaay out in front of my body. I also maintain contact with my heel for waaay too long. And don't push off.
  • Glamor Hips (copyright). As I run, my hips sag a lot (especially when running slow) much like a model at the end of a runway, hand on the hip. Hence my coining -- glamor hips.

If I fix these issues I should have significantly more power. I'm certain I used my calves more before but the other issues still existed and I'm hopeful this will give me more efficiency as well as... dare I hope: a withering kick. Mwahaha!

Post Race Trimming to Gotee

Post Race Trimming to Goatee

Back to present reality, and the beard. I promised when I couldn't race Willis in the NZ 3000m champs (and started all this rehab stuff) that I wouldn't shave until I raced again. Well, a Chaffee's words are stone (not matter how depressed and loopy he is when he says it... except maybe when it comes to moderation on Friday nights...) and I persevered through to this saturday, intending to run a little 4x1500 relay at 6PM. On the day of the race, i woke up at 8:30AM and was immediately told, "Plans changed, 800 at 9:45..." Needless to say, there's a downside to the chilled Kiwi lifestyle. Anyways, the reason I mention the beard is because it played a pivotal role in my decision to actually race. You see, beards suck. They are fun to talk about and compare, but when it comes down to it, I don't think I could ever live with a beard. One reason: scratchy. Ugh, so annoying to sleep on. No wonder bearded men snore, they have to lie on their back just to fall asleep... Anyways, so yes, having not run a sub-60 quarter since July, I jumped into an 800m (oh, and while I try sometimes, when I fall back into my fundamental personality, I'm NOT a morning person). The race was pretty standard, here's the video.

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Moral of the story: 28s are FAST! I basically was just recovering speed throughout the race. Haha, we started and I was dropped pretty much immediately. Also, video footage shows .06s between most ppl starting, and me starting. Gotta improve that a little... Final time: 1:55.99. Not the way most guys start a season, but at least I broke 1:56. All things weighed and considered -- I'm happy. Looking forward to a 1500 this next weekend.

14Feb/101

Ole Buddy, Ole Pal

Tonight's been a fun night. My old friend "insomnia" came over to hang out, and we wouldn't want to waste any time sleeping now would we buddy?... buddy?... (He's shy, only comes around like once a month, just to make sure I haven't forgotten about him.) Fortunately, whenever we hang out, I always feel like I have a good excuse to just browse. You know, just click on every interesting link I see, until my browser can't handle any more tabs.

Half of what I look at are stupid techy things on Slashdot, Digg, CNet, Engadget, PCMag, lifehacker... blah blah blah. Though I did discover that I can buy a desktop, roughly 3 times as powerful as my current machine, for ~$499. Love Moore's Law. Oh, and Google might buy T-Mobile? Say whaaaaa? Free phones anyone? And very few people reading this would be interested in what I learned you can do with a wii remote and some custom software (think Minority Report).

Anyways, this week is the Olympics and I can't wait! What's your favorite event? Gotta go with downhill (alpine) skiing, love it. Love it! As I may have mentioned before, we have 4 dedicated channels so you'll be guaranteed to find me minding my own business with that buzzing in the background. Men's downhill on at 11:45 PST. I only got 5 hours to go. Wonder if I'll still be awake...

Let's see, what else,... OH! Valentine's Day tomorrow (well, later today)? That's exciting. I wonder if Brooks is finally going to have to buy someone something. Some phrase with "...the harder they fall..." comes to mind... Moving on, here's an absolute gem I found in my YouTube plundering!

This video is incredible, one of the most brilliantly creative music videos I've seen in a while (and I watch a lot of them). A real feel good too... *sigh*

OK, well that's enough for now. I'm going to hack away at the igoogle weekly NYT crossword (though it's a freakin Saturday... basically I have no hope). Peace

Damn this entry is loopy...

9Feb/100

State of the Nation — En Zed

Today I was just sitting around, feeling quite comfortable in my little American bubble -- I had my Skype up, GChat blinking, Superbowl ads rolling, and redneck beard growing (reference Steve VW's '08 WXC Newsletter for an all-too-critical review of previous attempts... I'm currently faring about the same, which pretty much dooms me to lackluster coverage for the rest of my life... maybe facial Rogain?...) Then, all of a sudden, the good Kiwis in the house flipped the TV to the government channel. Parliament was back in action after more than a month off! I curiously wandered in to see what was up and it turned out to be the State of the Nation address (by the prime minister). Well Josh nobly suggested we stroll next door and watch it in person. At first that sounded like the last thing I wanted to do, but then I realized, "Wait, I can't even get within 800m of our president... I can go watch the Prime Minister without changing out of my running gear? Heck Yes!"

Debating Chamber

Debating Chamber

Whether Josh was serious or not I convinced him this was a ridiculous opportunity that we couldn't pass up. Unfortunately, we couldn't rouse a shirtless Stefan Smith or drunken (still?) JP from their sprawling stupor. So I slipped on my slippers and we shuffled across the street, through a metal detector, and into the "Debating Chamber".

Wow, is that the Prime Minister right below me?

Yes. Yes it is. I could sneeze over the railing and he would feel it. Incredible!

(@&#^%$, I just finished writing several paragraphs on the craziness in the center of the chamber and then lost the network while I saved... Well, since this isn't College, screw it. I'm going for a run.)

Suffice it to say, I had a great time just watching! And I'd love the opportunity to compare and contrast this to the US Senate.

7Feb/102

Special Recognition

Nick Alexander

Nick Alexander

Congratulations to Nick Alexander for dominating his sport of choice. You deserve it buddy!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nm20tOyCWiU

4Feb/102

Olympic Moments

OK, so today a bunch of us were sitting around watching this awesome programming leading up to the Vancouver 2010 Winter Olympics. Sky Sports (Sky being the Time Warner of NZ) released 4(!) new channels specifically for Olympic Coverage. However, up until that date, they have a 3 or 4 hour repeating program recapping great events in the last couple Winter Olympics. Anyways, there is a section that focuses on the piddly number of NZ athletes (zing!). Oh, but wait, NZ actually has far more Olympians-per-capita than the States. Well this set the scene for the night and we quickly escalated into talking about distance running medals. Final score: US 13 - NZ 9. Our pathetic showing sparked this public rooting:

NZ Population 4million, USA Population 300million, medals from 800m-Marathon in the last 50years of Olympic History - NZ 9, USA 13....WOW they are (bleep) aye Macklin Chaffee.
- Stefan's Facebook status

Well, with that spat settled, we bonded again over the glory of the Olympics, and the rest of the night was spent looking for tear jerking moments past. Google/Youtube searches:

"Greatest Olympic Moments"

"Most Inspirational Olympic Stories... Ever"

"Top Olympic Performances"

Here are some top stories (mostly from here)

15. The Jamaican Bobsled Team, Calgary, 1988

Only #15 because everybody already knows the story...

It sounded like a joke. After all, how could Jamaica, a country known for its year-round sunshine and beach culture, possibly have a team in bobsledding, an event normally won by teams from snowbound places like Switzerland and Norway? Nevertheless, during the 1988 Olympics in Calgary, the Jamaican bobsled team (Devon Harris, Dudley Stokes, Michael White, Samuel Clayton, and Aiden van de Mortel) and their coach (Howard Siler) held their own, winning respect and admiration from their peers. Celebrated in the film "Cool Runnings," the snowless country managed to put together a legitimate bobsled team, and in doing so reminded the world that the Olympics aren't just about sheer athleticism--they're about drive, determination, and heart.

14. Jayne Torvill and Christopher Dean, Sarajevo, 1984

Pretty awesome to show up and be so perfect at what you do that the rules don't apply.

When it comes to figure skating, it is often the women's, men's, and pairs events that draw in the big crowds during the winter games. But it was the United Kingdom's Jayne Torvill and Christopher Dean's artistic ice dance at the 1984 Winter Olympics in Sarajevo that captured the hearts and emotions of all who watched that year.

Performing to "Bolero," the pair spent the first 18 seconds of their performance kneeling on the ice, moving their bodies in sync. Though they did no major tricks or stunts, they performed an artistically breathtaking program, scoring an unprecedented 12 perfect 6.0 scores. They won the gold medal that year and inspired legions of figure skaters to mimic their style, and winter sports fans to appreciate the twin foundations of ice dancing: athleticism and beauty.

13. Eddie the Eagle, Calgary, 1988

Eddie the Eagle Edwards was the first person from Great Britain to qualify for the Olympic Games in ski jumping.

While working as a plasterer back home, Edwards had to cross the Atlantic to train, due to the UKs lack of facilities andsnow. He began ski jumping in Lake Placid, New York (home of the 1980 Olympic Winter Games), with borrowed equipment that was much too big for him. He was fully self-funded, but that wasnt his greatest obstacle: Edwards is very short-sighted and had to wear glasses while competing, which was a problem when they fogged up and blocked his vision completely.

His unlikely story endeared him to fans at the Calgary 1988 Olympic Winter Games and all over the world. He quickly became a celebrity and even today his name and story remain closely associated with the 1988 Games.

At the closing ceremony, he was singled out in a speech by the IOC president who said, At this Games some competitors have won gold, some have broken records and one has even flown like an eagle. At that moment, 100,000 people in the stadium roared, Eddie! Eddie! It was the first time in the history of the Games that an individual athlete had been mentioned in the closing speech.

After the 1988 Games, Edwards enjoyed a varied career in television and music, and in 2008 he returned to Calgary to help celebrate the 20th anniversary of the Games.

Edwards is carrying the Olympic Flame as part of the 2010 Olympic Torch Relay International Media Program, developed by VANOC in collaboration with the Canadian Tourism Commission, to spread the excitement and share the Olympic spirit with media and fans around the world.

12. North and South Korean Athletes, Sydney, 2000

In the past, politics have sometimes gotten in the way of the Olympics. The games were cancelled in 1940 because of World War II, and the United States boycotted the 1980 Summer Olympics in Moscow because of the Cold War. However, during the 2000 Olympics in Sydney, politics briefly took a backseat to sport when athletes from North and South Korea marched together as a single nation under one flag.

The two Koreas--which split in half following a civil war in the early 1950s--have long been segregated from each other. North Korea, which is impoverished, sends fewer athletes to the Olympics than South Korea, which is wealthier, has diplomatic relations with almost every country in the world, and even hosted the Olympics in 1988. While the two countries have not yet mended their relationship (and did not compete together in Sydney), they managed to put their differences aside for the opening ceremonies and present a joint team to the world.

11. Jim McKay, Munich, 1972

ABC's Wide World of Sports commentator Jim McKay was in the pool at his hotel, taking a break from reporting on the 1972 Summer Olympics in Munich, when he got the news that several members of the Israeli team had been taken prisoner by a militant Palestinian group known as Black September. McKay immediately put his clothes on over his wet swimsuit and went on camera to address the viewers. McKay remained on air almost nonstop, giving updates, until he received the tragic news that all the hostages had been killed. In a famous broadcast, he said, "When I was a kid, my father used to say 'Our greatest hopes and our worst fears are seldom realized.' Our worst fears have been realized tonight. They've now said that there were eleven hostages. Two were killed in their rooms yesterday morning; nine were killed at the airport tonight. They're all gone."

McKay's grace and compassion while reporting on the tragedy was the one constant through that terrible time. He won an Emmy for that particular broadcast and continued to report on the Olympics for many years, until his recent death in 2008.

10. Nadia Comaneci, Montreal, 1976

Born in communist Romania, Nadia Comaneci began training in gymnastics as a young girl. By the tender age of 14, she was the probably the greatest gymnast in the world. In Montreal, for the first time in the history of the modern Olympics, Nadia scored a perfect 10 on the uneven bars event. Because the scoreboards did not even have enough space to show a 10, Nadia's score appeared as 1.00. By the time the Games were over, Nadia had scored a grand total of seven perfect 10s, winning an all-around gold medal and helping her team to win silver. Nadia's perfect score has been matched by few others, and she set a record as the youngest-ever Olympic medalist in history. A rule passed after 1976 required any Olympian to be at least 16 years old, which means that Nadia's record will never be broken.

The performance on YouTube

9. Greg Louganis, Seoul, 1988

It was the television moment replayed over and over, causing cringes and gasps the world over. In the preliminary rounds of the 1988 games in Seoul, American diver Greg Louganis bounded off the springboard into a reverse 2 1/2 pike, only to hit the back of his head on the board and flop into the water. Everyone watching was shocked as the athlete was helped out of the water. Then, in a stunning turn of events, Louganis, though suffering from a concussion, finished the preliminaries and went on to repeat the same dive in the finals. He earned near-perfect scores, the gold medal, and the admiration of the world for his guts and coolness under pressure. However, Louganis continues to be a memorable Olympics athlete, showing that nothing can stop someone determined to win.

8. Cathy Freeman, Sydney, 2000

At the 2000 "millennium games" in Sydney, all eyes were on native daughter Cathy Freeman, an Australian of Aboriginal descent who lit the Olympic torch in the opening ceremony. As the first Aboriginal-Australian athlete to compete in the Olympics, Freeman, a sprinter, was under intense pressure to perform big in the 400 meters in her home country. She had won the silver four years earlier in Atlanta, and she was now determined to prove her status as the "Queen of the Track." And Freeman did not disappoint. In taking her victory lap after clinching gold, Freeman draped the Aboriginal and Australian flags around her neck to the delight of her countrymen. Her commitment to her country, her heritage, and her sport has enabled fans to appreciate all that drives athletes.

7. Lawrence Lemieux, Seoul, 1988

Not many know the story of Lawrence Lemieux, a Canadian rower competing in the Finn (dinghy) class in the 1988 games in Seoul. On that fateful day Lemieux performed an incredible act of bravery. The winds had picked up, and the water became exceedingly choppy. Lemieux was in second place during his race when he saw two sailors from the Singaporean team in another race fall into the water. Lemieux rowed over and rescued the sailors, hauling them into his small boat. Though he was out of contention, he finished his race after an official boat picked up the sailors. But the Olympics committee awarded him an honorary second-place finish. IOC president Juan Antonio Samaranch said, "By your sportsmanship, self-sacrifice and courage, you embody all that is right with the Olympic ideal." Lemieux was not a big name, but his act of bravery brought honor to the Games.

6. Jesse Owens, Berlin, 1936

Jesse Owens, an African-American, grew up in poverty in Ohio, the grandson of a slave and the son of a sharecropper. He overcame racial discrimination to score a spot on the U.S. Olympic team and was the star of the 1936 Summer Olympics in Berlin, winning four gold medals in track and field. The Games were overseen by Adolf Hitler, who had hoped that German athletes would dominate and win a lot of medals, bolstering Hitler's theory that the Aryan race was genetically superior.

Hitler, who was told to personally greet every medalist or not greet any at all, chose the latter option rather than shake hands with Owens. But not even Hitler, who would soon lead his country into World War II, could deny that Owens was a superior athlete. As Jackie Robinson would later do in baseball, Owens helped raise the profile of African-Americans in America and throughout the world.

5. Derek Redmond, Barcelona, 1992

The story of the United Kingdom's runner Derek Redmond has earned a memorable place in Olympics history. In 1988 in Seoul, Redmond was forced to withdraw from the 400 meters just 10 minutes before the race began due to an injured Achilles tendon. So in Barcelona in 1992, he was thirsting for a medal. As always, his father, Jim, was in the stands. They had agreed earlier that no matter what happened, Derek would finish the race. But in his semifinal heat, just as it seemed certain he would cruise to the final, Derek heard a pop in his right hamstring. He collapsed on the track in tears. But then he got up, and everyone realized he meant to finish.

As he hobbled down the track in agony, his father rushed down from the stands, put his arm around his boy, and helped him to the finish line. Just short of it, Jim pulled back and let Derek cross by himself. The crowd rose to give Derek a standing ovation. This was a shining moment of heroism, and a testament to love between father and son.

4. Kerri Strug, Atlanta, 1996

In the 1996 Olympics in Atlanta, the United States women's gymnastics team was within striking distance of their first-ever team gold medal. Coached by the legendary Bela Karolyi, a Romanian who had coached Nadia Comaneci to gold before defecting to the U.S., the team finally stood a chance against stiff competition from Russia, Romania, and China. In the end, the U.S. gold medal dreams came down to one woman--Kerri Strug, who needed a high score on the vault to cement her team's victory. On her first attempt, Strug twisted her ankle. Undeterred, she insisted on taking her second attempt at the vault--and executed it perfectly despite landing on one leg, thus winning the gold for her team. She then collapsed in pain. At the medal ceremony, Karolyi carried her up to the podium to be with her teammates, an image that quickly became iconic.

3. U.S. Hockey Team, Lake Placid, 1980

It's not their gold medal win against Finland that remains in our memory. It's the prior game in Lake Placid, when a ragtag group of American collegiate and amateur hockey players defeated the Soviet powerhouse team in one of the most inspirational moments in Olympic history. Due to the Cold War, the countries were natural rivals. And in an exhibition match held before the games, the Soviet team routed the Americans 10-3.

But at the Olympics the American team found their groove with dramatic ties and stunning victories. Still, the day before the match, most thought it would take a miracle for the U.S. to win. As the seconds wound down and the scoreboard showed U.S. ahead 4-3 after they scored a last-second goal, commentator Al Michaels made his famous call: "Five seconds left in the game....Do you believe in miracles? Yes! Unbelievable!" Later team captain Mike Eruzione stood on the podium meant only for the captains and motioned for his teammates to join him. Because, after all, it was a team that made the "miracle on ice" happen.

2. Muhammad Ali, Atlanta, 1996

Of course most inspiring moments happen during Olympic competition. But at the 1996 Olympics in Atlanta, one of the most touching moments came during the opening ceremony. The ceremony traditionally ends with the lighting of the Olympic flame, which remains lit throughout the entire Games. In Atlanta, celebrated former Olympians took turns carrying the torch. But at the end, swimmer Janet Evans passed it to boxing great Muhammad Ali, who had won a gold medal at the Rome Olympics in 1960. Ali, who suffers from Parkinson's disease, shook and shuddered as he lifted the torch. The world held its collective breath and watched Ali light the flame. Though his hand was shaking, his gaze never faltered, reminding everyone that an illness could not prevent him from remaining the consummate athlete he had always been.

1. Dan Jansen, Lillehammer, 1994

An editorial cartoon that ran after speed skater Dan Jansen fell in both the 500 and 1000 meters 1988 Games in Calgary showed him sitting on the ice, head in his hands. The caption had a single word: "Hero." Jansen's story is one of tragedy, perseverance, and ultimate victory.

In 1988, moments before the start of the 500 meters, he was told that his beloved sister Jane had succumbed to leukemia. He wanted to win for Jane, but gave in to grief and left Calgary empty-handed. In 1992 in Albertville, France, he was the favorite again. But Jansen stumbled in both races and won nothing. Lillehammer, Norway was his last chance. He stumbled again in the 500, and most thought he was done for. But in the 1000, fortune smiled upon him as he not only won gold, but also set a world record. Fans across the globe drew strength and pride from his inspirational story. And as he took his victory lap, he held his baby daughter in his arms. She was named Jane