Chapter 15, Blog 2
By Chuck Wells As Told To Ray Hochgesang
Geri started her workout. Billy and I rehashed the race. He said I needed to sprint the last 200 meters and not wait until the last curve to make a move.
“You’ve got maybe two chances to accelerate during an 800,” Billy said. “You can’t wait or you’ll waste them.”
Gobbling everything the young track star fed me, I craved more. I was starved for feedback. Who knew the fount of knowledge just happened to be this tousled-hair, 150-pound kid who scampered like a scared rabbit. What I wouldn’t give to be 17 again, have his wheels and know what I knew as a 48-year-old.
“Tell me. How do I shave off five more seconds?” I asked while Billy gave Geri her split times.
“Five seconds?” he repeated, taken aback.
… yeah, we know, world record territory, big effing deal …
“All right,” I said. “How about three seconds. No need to be greedy.”
“For starters, let’s get you some decent shoes,” he said, making a face at mine. “Are those from the Seventies, too?”
Brand new out of the box, my Pumas were a gorgeous red with white trim. Now they were a disgusting, rusty brown. Not wanting to make myself sound any older, I didn’t answer as Geri flew by again. While she did propel herself with an exaggerated arm and leg movement, she ran easily, sailing down the track.
“Tell me how I could run like that, and I’d hand over my firstborn,” I said.
“I’m still waiting for that twenty,” Billy said. “So you got kids?”
“Yeah, don’t tell anybody, OK?”
“Nobody would believe me anyway,” he said.
“Geri keeps telling me I need to find somebody to run with. I think she’s tired of my holding her back.”
“I don’t know about that,” said Billy. “But starting next week, there’ll be a mess of freshmen out here every morning. You can always run with them.”
“Thanks, Billy. But won’t an old guy like me just get in their way?”
“I wouldn’t worry,” he said. “They’re just freshmen.”
Copyright © 2012 by Chuck H. Wells/Ray Hochgesang