Like fragments of a comets tail,Nigel Amos and others scattered around the finish line,shining still,yet out-dazzled by coma,the comets head. David Rudisha was racing phantom horses here at the London Olympics main athletics stadium,though coming into the home stretch he looked more like a single steering horse,pulling many chariots. Pity,the sight lasted just 1:40.91. But that was the whole point of the dazzlethe Games first world record in athletics,starring Londons most dominant runner.
800 is like that. Not short enough to be compared to a shooting star sighting,not long enough to equip yourselves with mylar viewing glasses for viewing a show-stopping eclipse. But the night was celestial,one when Marss reddening glow could distract from the full moon.
For,King of Sprints Usain Bolt was announcing his living-legend status to the world,even as Rudisha stuck to his own briefand became a running legend.
David,son of Daniel,a1968 relay bronze winner,loped ahead of the field with the cleanest pair of heels in one of 800ms rarest dashes,dictating the yawning gap between the second and the first. For,a sprint it was,the lead-horse towing away his peers to phenomenal timings,in which Andrew Osagie who finished 8th could have won gold in Beijing. Amos,the little silver medallist who lay exhausted and was stretchered off,couldnt have yielded better dividends than the timing that came with attempting to tail 800s presiding royalty.
49.28 seconds for the first 400m,you waitedand didnt,simultaneouslyfor the easing fade-off to occur,for Rudisha to grab some breath,to check for interlopers who might launch their final bursts. The finishing kicks started and ended some place behind many lengths away,for Rudisha was unstoppable. Cars dont hit fifth gear straight,aeroplanes too need a runway to gain acceleration,but this one man turned his event into the longest single-breath sprint ever.
Great Britain is Seb Coe country. The London Olympics organising committee Chairman was an 800 man before his flirtations with the Tories and the life peerage. For a minute and 40-odd seconds though,he went back to his core love,he sat and admired 800s greatest contemporary athlete. Great Britain is also Steve Ovett and Steve Cram country. Along with Coe,they were the Beatles of British mid-distance running. And all three raved plenty watching the double-lap race. This one lacked the intrigue and rivalries,for Rudisha only raced his own previous world record.
Rudisha was trained by Brother Colm,an Irish missionary geography teacher who became a coach,the same man who took Kenyas last massive runner Wilson Kipketer to grand heights in the 800. A runner from the famous Masai tribe,Rudisha had pedigree thanks to his dad,but still worked diligently before he registered his first world record in 2010. Kipketer had gone to run for Denmark. But in Rudisha,Kenya had a man who wanted to run for his own country,and could lord over the night on which Bolt and Blake had just scorched the 200 track.
The biggest compliment came from Bolt whose jaw dropped at Rudishas timings over 500 and 600m. It moved the superstar into conceding that he might want to race the 800 star: I think if I train….if,then I can take Rudisha over 400m. Anything up (above 400m) I dont think I can.