Chapter 13, Blog 2
By Chuck Wells As Told To Ray Hochgesang
“So what’s your excuse?” Geri asked, sensing my mood shift. “I suppose your wife makes you, right?”
That woke me.
… apparently, she doesn’t know Mrs. Wells …
“Ummm, no, I think Melinda truly hates my training. It takes time away from her and the kids. But my girls, they’re all for it. They’re all in. They like to encourage me.”
“But something tells me ya don’t care for it much,” she said.” Am I right?”
“When I was young, it was like standard practice,” I said. “It was second nature to say we hated anything good for us like running or reading or eating vegetables. Know what I mean? If you said you liked those things, you were branded as weird or not from this planet. You know how peer pressure works.”
“So why run if ya hate it so much?”
“Means to an end, I guess. I don’t dislike it as much as I say I do. That’s still a reflex thing. My body, though, does have its own ideas.”
“OK, jist so I know where ya stand. I don’t mean to discourage ya,” said Geri. “Jist the opposite. If ya work at it, I mean, your strides are good – for an old dude.”
“Gee, thanks, Coach. You think I’m going to stroke out, don’t you?”
“Knock it off, Wells. I’m saying physically ya can go a long way. And I can help ya with that if ya want. I can tell ya what to run, what to work on, that sort of stuff.”
“But I can’t help ya with what’s between your ears.”
I looked at Geri. She was sincere. I still wasn’t.
“That’s easy.” I said. “There’s nothing there.”
She nodded in agreement.
“I can tell,” Geri said. “Ya might need someone smarter than me to help with that.”
I tried to stay positive.
“So you think I can still motor, huh?”
“Let’s find out,” Geri said. “Let’s have ya race somebody. How about Saturday?”
“How about a month from Saturday?”
Geri ignored me.
“And I know jist who to get.”
Copyright © 2012 by Chuck H. Wells/Ray Hochgesang