Track and Field Blogs - Desiree Davila

It was an Etrvsco Unico soccer ball, the official ball from the 1990 World Cup in Italy. I opened up the blue cardboard box and there it laid deflated and dead, waiting for life to be breathed into it. For an 8 year old soccer fan, it was perfect, so perfect you wanted to fill it up and put it in a glass case so it would never be touched by human feet. Little did I know, in a few months time I would beat it to a pulp. It would become my feets' new best friend, it would be… more »

Oh, gee, what is it tonight? At least just tell me what the hell is wrong, Do you want to eat, do you want to sleep, do you want to drown? Just settle down, settle down, settle down... Right about now I’m pretty much in the heart of my marathon build up for the World Championships. The segment started with a few ‘self-esteem’ workouts and a nice and steady increase in mileage. I am now fully ‘in it’ and long ago I kissed the double digit mileage week’s goodbye. These days it’s a healthy diet of high mileage, long strength… more »

I had a great blog all written up, it talked about training, racing, and Michigan winter. There was a little part about sunsets and maybe a mention of the short story, “How the Water Feels to the Fishes”. It was entertaining, emotional and had just the right amount of humor. The whole thing was great but I’m sorry to say it is gone. Sometime between writing the perfect closing line and 1am, I woke up with the letters F, T and J embedded into the left side of my face and a screen filled with little i’s. On top of… more »

Sator Arepo Tenet Opera RotasIt’s been about two weeks since the trials race and I’ve had a good amount of time to reflect on the race now. I’ve also been able to catch up on all the amazing stories and events that took place within the race, and read all kinds of warm and fuzzy recaps of the day. Lets be honest though, it wasn’t all rainbows and butterflies out there, here is my story. My story is one of pain, heartbreak, and maybe just a touch of humor. If that damn Eggers hadn’t stolen it, I may have called… more »