“Well, if you don’t run New York, you’ve gotta run somethin’,” says Coach Kevin. I don’t disagree. I’m not totally ready, but I’ve trained up pretty good. Better than last year. I’d hate to let the mileage buildup go to waste, but…well, okay…what are the options?
I look for something close to Nashville. Rocket City Marathon in Alabama? Closed. Philadelphia? It’s closed, too, but I think maybe I can pull a Team McGraw card. After all, Tug McGraw, our namesake, won the World Series for them.
The Christmas Marathon in Washington sounds interesting, bein’ Christmas and all. Then again, what if a field full of of overzealous running anti-Scrooges all lace bells into their shoes? Jingle, jangle, jingle…for 26.2 miles. No.
The phone rings; Coach Kevin has already made the call.
The St. Jude Memphis Marathon on December 4, 2010. He lives in Memphis, and he knows this race inside and out. He’s wired, so he was able to get me a spot in the race through “Can’t Stop Endurance.” It’s just a few hours from Nashville…and he has a bunk for me. Sounds like a plan.
Kevin had planned to run Memphis himself before he got sidelined with an injury, so I guess I’m kinda runnin’ in his stead. I’m Danny Zuko from Grease, sliding behind the steering wheel of “Greased Lightning” after Kevin’s Kenickie gets clocked in the head by one of the Pink Ladies before the drag race at Thunder Road.
Memphis it is. I hope I’m ready. I’m no “Greased Lightning,” but I’ll try not to crash.