Michael Popov, you know who I am talking
about, right? An amazing athlete and a
gentle person left us earlier this month
He took his last run in Death Valley, and like Caballo Blanco, he found
his maker doing what he loved to do; running that is. I
learned of his death and I simply couldn’t believe it, this guy as fit as one can be, as strong as
he was… was… no more. It took me a
little while to absorb the news, we weren’t close friends, but the times we
interacted he showed to be a gentle giant.
I first met Michael at the end of a race
back in 2007, he had crushed the course.
And then, when he took over co-management of PCTR, Janet and I were very
keen of the sweeping of the courses. We
enjoyed being out there on our own, and sweeping the courses was something we
enjoyed to do. Many times we cursed
Michael since we found way too many ribbons out of our reach, us being
vertically challenged. We brought that
up to him, and his big smile was a sure indication that he was playing with
us.
Michael lost his life after he
miscalculated the distance of his run and the amount of water he needed. He and Sara Spelt went to Death Valley on a
reconnaissance trip to scout their next event, a 100 mile race they were
planning to stage next year. According
to Sarah, he said “So, I may regret it, but I’m going to run from West Side
Road to Badwater today. You can drop me off and drive to Badwater and pick me
up.” According to Sarah, this was unlike
him since he was a meticulous planner.
Unfortunately this particular run was his last, Michael miscalculated the amount of water he
would need to complete the “short” run in 120 degree temperatures. He was found lying on the asphalt after he
actually completed his planned run, he was delirious but conscious. Unfortunately his condition worsened rather
quickly and all resuscitations efforts failed, he died at the end of his last
adventure. The cause of his death was “heat
related, including asphyxiation due to pulmonary hemorrhaging”.
Michael was an amazing athlete, and it put
in perspective my own mortality. I always told my friends, if I am going to
die, I rather die running. Michael had
no intention of dying that particular day, but it happened. And so recently, thanks Michael, I am faced
with the growing awareness and acknowledgment that life isn’t forever and this
day could be very well be my last. But instead
of wallowing in fear and sadness, I am driven to make good choices, and focus
on living (like Michael did). I rather “go”
running.