Triple jumping

This whole thing about my father today reminded me of his short time in high school (which as I said, he ran off). He was the 3rd best in his high school in triple jump. His record was 14.10 meters. For those won’t “don’t get” that number, it would probably make an official Greek record for boys under 16 years old (my father was 12 back in 1960). Today, an adult woman who would jump as long would have a place in the top-10 of a European championship.

Apparently the boys in my father’s mountain village were triple-jumping for fun for years. It was a common game. They had no official training or technique to speak about, but they had the talent.

You are probably thinking who was the “number 1″ in the school. My father told us many times that the best triple jumper he ever saw was his cousin George. He was nearing 15 meters in his jumps. What is amazing about uncle George though is his… height. He is about 1.52 meters, just as tall as I am (my father is 1.67m). I can’t keep thinking that if uncle George had proper training and the “perfect body” for a triple jumper (tall, long legs) what kind of a jump he could have make back in 1960.

The funny thing about all this, is that when I started training in sprints and javelin in high-school my father wouldn’t let me. You see, sports are… for boys.

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