I’m not sure whether to call it complacency or having perspective, but I threw horribly this weekend and am fine with that. I could search for reasons why I didn’t throw far and I could find the small victories that came from this meet; there are plenty of each. But, I’d rather not spend my time doing that. This is all that matters: I was in great shape two weeks ago, yet I only threw 62.53m on Sunday. Five meters of distance doesn’t just, like they say in the Shawshank Redemption, up and vanish like a fart in the wind. The distance is still in me: I just need the technique to bring it back out. I was talking with my friend Sergej Litvinov Jr. after the meet and he told me that “Everyone must have both good and bad meets every season.” I agree. But unlike him, I’m not able to win a meet on an off day and still throw over 77 meters.
Part of the reason I am so content with the meet is because I had a blast over the weekend. As I mentioned last week, the Sparkassen Hammerwurf-Meeting in Fränkisch-Crumbach, Germany is perhaps the best hammer throw meet in the world. Not only did I get beerwurst as a prize, but the meet once again brought together everything a great competition needs for its eight edition: sunny 80ºF weather, over 500 to 1000 knowledgeable and screaming fans, and a world class field with six World Championship finalists. More than anything, the organizing committee worked hard to gather over 70 sponsors, set up the fan friendly venue, and make sure that the meet ran smoothly for the 117 competing hammer throwers. The result was a day of pure hammer throwing in a picturesque small German village. It was a sunny holiday weekend that the locals could have spent doing any number of things, but they all chose to support hammer throwing at its finest.
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