Alumni Updates

Bison, I remember an indoor meet at around this time of the year, a little over half a century ago, sometime between Christmas in 1974 and New Year's Day in 1975. The meet was at the musty, old 168th Street Armory in the Washington Heights section of New York. I'm sure many of you remember the Armory, not only from our Bucknell days but from our high school days, when athletes from the region would compete there on its flat 220 yard track, created by placing makeshift rails o

Bison, What follows is a story about an extraordinary moment, across generations, in the history of Bucknell Cross Country and Track & Field, a poignant and powerful story of a young woman's strength and perseverance, intelligence and maturity, wisdom far beyond her years, ultimately heroism and triumph in the face of a very real threat to her life. And it's a story of an impressive celebration of her accomplishment by a Bucknell teammate, a Bucknell coach, and a Bucknell alu

Bison, December was still, a quiet interlude between seasons. The campus felt muted by the cold, softening all sounds, slowing all movements, the walk from Davis Gym up to the UC for dinner taking a little longer, buffeted by the wind. Cross country had ended, a memory now. Indoor track was just beginning, with maybe a meet before winter break, but with the heart of competition starting after, in January. Our ritual was the same, morning workouts, afternoon workouts. But with

Bison, The afternoons were darkening by October, the hazy warmth of September giving way to chilly twilight, a world of color slipping...

In the early weeks of September, the summer miles of training behind us, the cross country season ahead of us, the first steps of a race...

The moment was surreal. I was running a mile on the old boards, at four in the morning, in perfect darkness, on a frigid February night....

Bison, I remember standing one day in Coach's office, that musty old cell of his on the second floor of Davis Gym. It was sometime in my...

It was in April, after the long months of indoors and the early months of outdoors, that I’d see the remarkable emergence of a team, the...

What I remember about March at Bucknell is the wind, cold and constant, the way it'd swirl around the stadium as we'd try to get through...