Today we chat with former Stanford runner ('96 grad) and coach (2003 NCAA Women's Cross Country Coach of the Year), Dena Evans. To save me the embarrassment of missing some of her accolades during her time on the Farm, here is her coaching profile on the Stanford site.
Miss Call taught all of us in the program a great deal, some of it the hard way, since a few of us (myself included), were fairly headstrong and stubborn. For instance, barring pregnancy, I don't stop running to walk up hills, even if I am going "grandma pace." She used to hide along some of our running routes and bust people who walked. It was a major rule - you had to carry on, even if you had to slow way down to do so. On the other hand, it was also a rule that every time you passed another person in the group, you gave them a high five and told them good job. Without exception. Generally, she taught us to look out for each other and push ourselves mentally, lessons which have been very fruitful for me later in life. In eighth grade, our middle school had a fundraiser 5k and she said she was betting on me to beat this upstart 6th grader who had been ripping it up in age group track (and later was a high school track teammate). I was quite sure she literally made a wager, and that she didn't tell me for nothing. So, I was compelled to compete for the first time over 5k! All in good fun though. Soccer conflicts with cross country during the fall in the state of Washington, so I figured I'd do track in high school as there was no way I wasn't doing soccer in the fall.
Soccer: we were pretty good my senior year, ranked in USA Today and all that. Unfortunately, there was another high school in Washington which was ranked above us and cleaned our clock in the state final. However, in our round of 16 game, the tournament made us trek all the way down to near Portland to play this team that just talked so much trash and had such rowdy fans before the game that it was one of the singularly distinct pleasures of our time together as a team to score three goals in the first five or ten minutes and leave them speechless. For some reason, that game always sticks with me. Maybe it was the long bus ride.
We also wanted to have cool, but expensive sweatshirts which we designed and paid for ourselves. Well, how to do it? We just did a car wash at Albertson's, raised all this money, ordered and screened the shirts, and then got in trouble with the school board because we didn't get it approved. Who knew you had to get such things approved?
Basketball: we made it to the state tournament my senior year, which was the first time for MI. We lost early, and I cried like a baby in the hallway because I knew it was the last basketball game I would ever play, although my dad periodically tries to goad me into one on one in the driveway. I also had a goal to average 10 rebounds a game my senior year. I had this poster of David Robinson in my room as motivation. I think I finished with 10.1 per game avg or something. Skin of my teeth. My husband still laughs at me about this, and I'm like, "What? What's wrong with rebounds? Have something against hard work or something?" Its like a running joke for him and I'm not sure why....I loved basketball though. Played with a lot of outstanding women.
Track: My sophomore year, I pr'ed by a big chunk and won the state meet 800m. Huge surprise. Out of nowhere. I then laid under a tree for about 2 hours completely out of it, after which I needed to get up and run the mile, which predictably, did not go as well. Senior year, our 4x4 team won state in a school record, and because the rest of the team were sophomores getting their first taste of the podium, it was particularly sweet.
As for sporting highlights, I would say in soccer, our trip to the Final Four was pretty exciting, although heart wrenching as well. It was 1993, Stanford's first trip, and we lost in the semis to George Mason, on penalty kicks. I had been injured for much of the year, so I was glad to at least be doing well enough to participate and play in that bittersweet experience, especially as we didn't end up making it back my junior or senior years. During my time at Stanford, it really was the golden era for many sports - for example, my roommate Mo won 6 team NCAA titles (four in swimming, two in volleyball), which I believe is still a record for one person. Our soccer team was strong, but our track team was really not achieving too much at first. As Coach Lananna started getting some better and better recruits, we got to the point where we were fairly decent. My freshman year, we were next to dead last in the 4x1500m at Penn, and by my senior year, we were pretty much in the lead the entire way and just got nipped at the end. That race really stuck with me, because it reflected the growth of the program. Sure enough, the other three women on that relay ended up playing a big role as Stanford won NCAA's in cross the following fall. When we won the 4x1500 finally in 2004 when I was coaching, it was fairly emotional for me as it symbolized the trajectory of the arc our program had been traveling, although the Penn Relays 4x1500 is kind of a random race. I was honored to still be contributing in some way.
For runners themselves, I would encourage them to relish every opportunity they get to take part in a team goal while achieving their individual aims. It always piqued my interest to see someone who was unstoppable with a baton in their hand or who obviously was a positive contributor to their team atmosphere in cross. That kind of person usually has a good chance of finding themselves on a travel roster or a meet lineup sheet even if all other things are equal.




