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2005 -- The Four Aces, a Big Heart, and a Race only a Mudder Could Love |
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Remembering Hilton's Special Championship at Portland Meadows Way Back When
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You are digging through a boggy wasteland in a desperate flight from a pursuing horde of wild muck-encrusted frightlings, only a few of whom have any good intentions concerning your welfare. Your lungs are burning, every muscle is in agony, you can taste foul stuff in your teeth, and your foot is shooting needles into your brain at every step because of some twisted-up ligaments. Clearly you're in great shape, this is a blast, and life couldn't be better. But even in these best of all times, there is one small problem. The guy whom you kind of look upon as the wise, maybe 20-year-old, village elder has just called to you from his semi-protected refuge to tell you that a friend up ahead is in trouble and in danger of slipping back into bad stuff. Only you can help.
So what's a girl to do? You know that your foot could be sending you a final farewell message at any moment, and you can vaguely recall something about a connection between valor and wisdom and that it doesn't involve reckless charges into oblivion. But hey, what would Kerri Strugg say, and what would Paris and Nicky do, and what would Freddy Mercury sing? And besides, you're a senior Cadet captain temporarily-ninja-hellion runner and there can only be one possible answer. Bite down on that foul-tasting lip, fire up the pistons, light out after your teammate, and pull her along with you to the relative safety of the timekeeping head-counters at the finish line.
Later after all your comrades are gathered together and you've hoisted the "headless winged woman" trophy that proclaims you the best in the land for defeating the legendary titan goddesses of the trails, you reflect back on all the improbable things that led to you and the mighty Cadets standing on the podium exulting, "We are the champions." Then you grab the crutches you've been living on for the last eon and cruise off to a night of celebration with your fellow mudder band.
To piece together the story of how a little village of about 6,000 people won a big all-American style championship by beating the long-time superpower Saratoga Springs, you have to first understand that this small town not only has a big heart but also a relatively big school, the 7th largest in NY's Monroe County with about 1400 students. Hilton high school also draws from surrounding towns of Parma, Hamlin, Clarkson, and North Greece, which all help to increase the circulatory rate of that pulmonary system. The area is a farm region but only 15 miles northwest of Rochester, close enough for the expanding ranks of commuters who treasure the apple orchards, grain fields and corn mazes that give an aura of country life.
Hilton's townsfolk may have gotten some exercise racing to fight the occasional fire or marching in the local fire department parades, but cross country running was not a sport that the Hilton HS teams excelled at much in the decades before 2000. No Cadet boys or girl team had ever qualified for States, and no runner had ever finished in the top 10 in a race there. The major powers in Hilton's Section 5 area of NY were Fairport, Canandaigua, Penfield, and boys-only McQuaid Academy among the big Class A schools, and Honeoye Falls-Lima was beginning to become the top NY school at the next level down in Class B. The Hilton girls had some respectably productive seasons going toward the tail end of the 1990s, but there were also some famine years when they went winless and any thoughts of capturing a big title were light years away.
The first season under the new coach the Hilton girls had some moderate success, but it was not until the last months before Y2K that the XC team began to take the first big steps toward fame and running fortune when freshman runner Shannon Griggs earned a ticket to the States meet in Monroe county and came away with a 16th place medal in the Class A race.
With both of the Griggs sisters back for the following two years, the opportunity to build behind that strong duo and create a sectional powerhouse seemed to be set. But in XC, trouble is always just one misplaced step away. Early in the 2001 season, Shannon Griggs began suffering leg ailments, and her running year was over. 8th-grader Amanda Griggs tried to fill in for her sister, but the depth wasn't there for the Cadets and they tumbled back, though Amanda earned her first ticket to States and finished a strong 30th. The following 2002 season found the Cadets in better position as now-senior Shannon Griggs recovered enough to run in the second spot behind her sister and help push Hilton to 2nd place in the Section, though still 51 points behind top team Fairport. Freshman Amanda finished 3rd at Sectionals, however, and she also nabbed her first medal at States with a 14th place. Shannon graduated and headed off to collegiate Division-3 running power SUNY-Geneseo but not before completing one last sister act, earning a spot in the NY Indoor Track States 3000m event, a race dominated by Saratoga freshman Nicole Blood, while Amanda ran in the 1500m race.
There comes the tipping point for a cross country team when some freak stroke of fortune or a coach's persistence in nagging every young decently fast potential recruit into the XC fold finally hits the jackpot. For Hilton, the year was 2004, when sophomores Allison Sawyer and Caroline Schultz and freshman Shelby Herman joined the Cadet varsity and along with veteran freshman Ashley Jones and senior Laura Iafrati pushed the team all the way to the top of Monroe County and Section 5 and the team's first trip to States. Sawyer and Jones emerged as two of the top 30 runners in NY, Herman was in the top 50, and Hilton had enough fast feet to finish 3rd at States at Chenango Valley in the newly created Class AA, 2 points behind Bay Shore and almost 70 behind a Saratoga team that chalked up its 5th straight States title. Sawyer and Jones earned medals at States and Herman was solid at 28th for the fast-rising Cadets. The team went on to finish 5th (and 10 points away from being 2nd) at the NY Federation Championship that also included New York City schools. Sawyer, Herman, and Jones placed in the top 20. Schultz had been a bit limited in the team's 5th spot because of early season stress fractures in the feet, but she finished strong and the future looked good.
The only missing part of the end of season celebrations for Hilton in 2004 was long-time frontrunner Amanda Griggs, for the school's stroke of good fortune also included a devilishly unlucky break. A year that had started off strongly for Griggs with high ratings and big results like a 4th place finish in the high-status McQuaid Invitational Large School race had ended hobbled by stress fractures in the foot that left Griggs as only a source of inspiration on the starting line at States, where her place matched her team's score at 87. With her sister Shannon also suffering from the same malady at SUNY-Geneseo and losing most of the first two years of her collegiate career, the family seemed cursed to limp painfully away from the sport they loved. But both sisters were intent on fighting their way back, and with a month-and-a-half winter's rest, ice, rehabilitation, and a dedicated training regimen, Amanda was able to earn a spot in June of 2005 at the States Outdoor Track Championship and accompany Sawyer who competed in the 2000m steeplechase.
While Hilton had been climbing its fitful winding path towards the top, Szczepanik and crew could see firmly roosted at the summit a Saratoga Springs team that during the past two decades had achieved a legendary status under Coaches Art and Linda Kranick. Beginning with a first States title in 1987, the Blue Streaks had rolled to 13 more championships through 2004 while also winning the previous 5 of the large-school class races.
In 2004, the Nike corporation established a national team-championship meet (no at-large individuals then) for 20 selected high school boys and girls squads on both sides, holding it near company headquarters at a highly convertible horse race track called Portland Meadows in Oregon. Working off previously sponsored ventures such as the Battle of the Borders meet between Oregon and Washington schools, the new Nike Team Nationals (NTN, later NXN) was a three-day extravaganza of sports gear promotion, teenage frolicking, and also a bit of semi-natural cross country action using ramps for hills, hay bales for trail obstructions, and an often muddy running surface in a cool wet climate that would be a little discouraging to any teams from places that enjoy warm temperatures and whose gravel and asphalt running courses look like enlarged track stadiums. |
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| Running into the Past -- Series Story 1 | ||||
2005 -- The Four Aces, a Big Heart, and a Race only a Mudder Could Love |
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| Part 1 - 12/3 | Part II - 12/4 | |||
| Part III - 12/5 | Part IV - 12/6 | |||
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Remembering Hilton's Special Championship at Portland Meadows Way Back When
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You are digging through a boggy wasteland in a desperate flight from a pursuing horde of wild muck-encrusted frightlings, only a few of whom have any good intentions concerning your welfare. Your lungs are burning, every muscle is in agony, you can taste foul stuff in your teeth, and your foot is shooting needles into your brain at every step because of some twisted-up ligaments. Clearly you're in great shape, this is a blast, and life couldn't be better. But even in these best of all times, there is one small problem. The guy whom you kind of look upon as the wise, maybe 20-year-old, village elder has just called to you from his semi-protected refuge to tell you that a friend up ahead is in trouble and in danger of slipping back into bad stuff. Only you can help.
So what's a girl to do? You know that your foot could be sending you a final farewell message at any moment, and you can vaguely recall something about a connection between valor and wisdom and that it doesn't involve reckless charges into oblivion. But hey, what would Kerri Strugg say, and what would Paris and Nicky do, and what would Freddy Mercury sing? And besides, you're a senior Cadet captain temporarily-ninja-hellion runner and there can only be one possible answer. Bite down on that foul-tasting lip, fire up the pistons, light out after your teammate, and pull her along with you to the relative safety of the timekeeping head-counters at the finish line.
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