I’m sitting at Treppedas Ristorante with my dad this morning in Niwot, Colorado. About 12 hours ago we had don Julio here. Now at 9am, we’re back having cappuccinos. In the 5 hours I’ve spent here of the past 12, we’ve spoke about my past years in Portland, my new job in New York City, hopes for BLK RBN, but fuck all that. We’ve spent most of this time talking about Scott.
Scott and I ran tough together for 5 years at Portland. We spoke about the heights we believed we were capable of as runners. We had a belief in our professional careers as runners beyond our college days. I didn’t end up taking that path. Scott did. As I’ve watched Scott transition from a shattered foot, to an Olympic trials qualifier in the past year, I’ve never lost sight of where we began together. I remember the early days of curiosity of what we were getting ourselves into at Portland. I remember every victory and defeat. On Friday, Scott ran in the trials not as a competitor, but someone I’ve always known had the power to disrupt things. He did just that with his 4th place finish in the Olympic Trials 10,000 meters as a first year professional. I’m proud of my dude. He stands today and forever as a hero of mine.
I watched his post race interview, which brought me to tears. I don’t believe theres any runner that’s closer to Scott. I spent my collegiate career running alongside him. I know how hard he’s worked to get to the trials. Fourth place is heart breaking. 1 place, and a few seconds off representing the country as an olympian shares a level of despair for Scott that none of us can really comprehend. On this day, no race, place, or time could lend itself to your define Scott’s identity from my lens.
To the same relentless, tough as nails teammate and friend I’ve always had, BLK RBN and I salute you mate. Congrats on all you’ve accomplished. I look forward to supporting you now and forever in your pursuits.
DAVID M. PERRY // FOUNDER