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Apr 21
2010
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New book proposalPosted by Dick Mansfield in running, Jack Rightmyer, book proposals |
Having run quite a few high school track races by that time, I wasn’t prepared for the Mardi Gras spirit of a road race. I lined up in the middle of the pack, with a bunch of old sweaty guys and waited for the gun to sound. When it went off we jogged down the road, which was littered with hundreds of potholes. After a few minutes it began to empty a bit in front of me, and I could really start to run.
I began moving by many people to my right and left. About two miles into the race we ran by a bar “The Ale House,” and there were some patrons already out on the street holding their beers aloft and cheering us on. And this was 10:30 in the morning! This stuff never happened in a high school race.
At the halfway mark we had to run around a cone in the center of the road and then go in the opposite direction. I couldn’t believe how many runners were behind me. I kept feeling stronger and stronger and when I could finally see the downtown section of Troy I knew we were just about at the finish. And that’s when I heard a loud roar go up. Were the spectators cheering for me? I didn’t think I had a fan club in Troy. I didn’t even know anyone in Troy.
I could now see the finish line banner stretching across the road and blowing in the wind. That was the end. Only two hundred more yards! The sidewalks were crowded with spectators. I got up on my toes and began sprinting. There were a few more runners I could pass. Spectators love seeing runners sprint it in at the finish. But why were these spectators waving and smiling?
And that’s when Captain Video pulled up next to me. He was wearing a bright green fluorescent wig, with green tights, a green cape that spelled out Captain Video with sparkly stars and he was holding a wand and waving it at the spectators. Who or what was this guy? There was no way I was going to let Captain Video beat me in my first road race. I put my head down and tried to run as quickly as possible. I had to get to that finish line before this running freak, this abomination, this embarrassment. He stayed with me stride for stride, and he was waving to the crowd at the same time. I wanted to disappear. If he beat me I’d never be able to walk through these streets of Troy ever again. Only fifty yards left. Keep pumping those arms. Go! Go! Go!
But right at the end, with a sudden burst of speed, Captain Video exploded by me and through the finish line. His cape kept blowing in my face as we moved through the chute, and the local TV stations at the race made sure to film this marvelous green mystery man, but I tried to slink away to my parents who were carrying my sweats, hat and gloves.
“Good race, Jack,” said my dad. “You beat a lot of runners.”
“Here, get your sweats on, Jack,” said my mom. She was concerned that I was going to drop dead from hypothermia.
“Captain Video has a fast sprint,” said my dad stifling a laugh.
I tried really hard not to smile. “Let’s get out of here,” I said.
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