You know how sometimes your mouth is not instep with your mind. When
Dudley issued his challenge- any time any where any place, I couldn't let
the gauntlet fall to the ground. I immediately piped up "Thursday 5:30 SMU
I mean you just couldn't let that go could you?
This was at least a fair race. I had been training for a mile and he is in
the best shape of any of those amazing four biking across Canada. It will
be very close, so therefore a good race. I did say when I picked up the
gauntlet that I would be on his shoulder the whole way. Thursday morning-
Dudley calls- wants to know if I have any excuses yet. Then he tries to
sniff out my strategy. I repeated "follow you" "this isn't a race for the
4 minute mile. This is for the gold medal at the olympics" It is for the
winner, it has nothing to do with time. We might not break 10 minutes.
"Norm, if the race starts and you don't move neither will I."
Jeromes command and we are off. Norm seems to stumble as he gets into a
rather pedestrian pace. I on his shoulder. He says, on the backstretch,
maybe we should do something for the fans on the way by the first lap.
Being a greyhound, I immediately offer up a moon but he declines.
lap- 107 seconds rather slow in that I had done an 87 second lap at the
start of the Geezer Mile. But Norm is setting the pace. Second lap- 105
seconds still slow. Third lap- 104 seconds As this is registering on my
pea size brain and I am contemplating s l o w l y raising the pace, He
accelerates like someone has put a hot poker up his ass. He has a 7 or 8
yard lead on me and I haven't even started to move.
I start to pick
up speed and by the middle of the backstretch I have pulled up to his
shoulder again. But what a price? I am a little winded. As we come around
the final turn, with the wind in our face, he actually finds another gear
just when I am feeling the sapping strength of the wind. Oooh this is
going to hurt.
I start to accelerate but he stays out there 2 yards ahead
and the distance doesn't shrink. then slowly but surely I sense that yes
it is getting smaller, the distance is shrinking. That drives me to push
harder. I think I am beside him wondering if he has yet another gear. With
10 yards to go, I can go no harder, and I am spent.
Fortunately, for me,
he had left it out there. Imagine, the last lap and 9 yards in 77
seconds. Who would have thought it? While the time was a rather pedestrian
6 minutes and 23 seconds, it hurt an awful lot more than the Geezer mile
run 9 seconds faster.
These are definitely a lot of fun. Sure they hurt
but I now know that I can run a 77 second lap and I would never have found
that out without Dudley's help. Thanks Norm and thanks to all who came out
to see. We could do these with any number of people and amount of ability.
Just handicap them like the old Tweedle will/ Tweedle won't races.
I wouldn't want to do them every week (they would interfere with my
training) but once a month would be a hoot.
Gordon aka Viking