1 Mile to You Page #5

This is Kevin. He runs.

My father.

- You walking home.

- Yes, sir.

What does State want exactly?

Ah, they're gonna take a look

at that body of yours.

They'll pay you.

That sounded wrong.

- Yeah, that sounds illegal.

- No. No, no.

- Isn't it illegal?

- It's medical research.

Don't worry, Rosie

is a good coach.

Coach... Head Coach,

Karen Rowan. It's Umber's daughter.

And I'm pretty sure

he wanted a son, so...

But yeah, she's... she's good.

She's got a good heart.

You'll be...

You'll run on a treadmill.

Come on, that'll be fun.

Damn it.

Have you been wearing those

all season?

- Since spring.

- What?

Since spring.

Doesn't Sam know enough

to get you decent shoes?

Take better care of my runner.

Ah, well, he's not

your runner yet.

Don't try to wind me up like that.

It doesn't even work anymore.

Obviously, he is physically talented,

but his running is all nerves.

He runs every race

like his life depends on it.

You can't coach that.

Well, did you read the printout?

His VO2 is Olympic-caliber.

His muscle response makes him

ideal for the mile to 5K.

Nobody can screw that up.

Understood, Coach.

You have to tell me

if you're hurt.

How am I going to know

if you don't tell me?

What were you two arguing about?

Nothing.

We just go back...

Oh, come on, man!

Oh.

- I got you some new shoes.

- No, no, no, I have shoes.

- And now you have new shoes.

- I don't want new shoes.

Well, you're gonna get 'em. Homo sapiens

were not meant to run on concrete.

Look at the Kenyans. They run on dirt

and grass every chance they get.

You have to take care

of your feet!

You have to take care

of yourself.

I can't even put these on you.

Let me get something else.

Last year, you ran over 17

minutes on that course.

How do you drop off

a minute and a half, huh?

What are you doing?

You blood doping?

Hit me.

Come on, hit me!

You'll feel better.

Oh, is that all you got?

I think you could do

better than that.

Do you know why?

Why should I hit you?

Your dad got you into running

when you were what? Eight?

He held you back a year in high school just

so you'd be the best runner in the state.

You spent years eating,

breathing and sleeping running.

And they just kicked my ass

back to high school.

And here I am, just a nobody,

ruining your daddy's plans.

So, come on, hit me,

chicken-sh*t!

Hit me!

You're crazy.

Come on.

Hit me...

Hey.

You hungry?

Will you... let me follow

you around for the article?

Your running. Your life.

You know?

You're kind of inconsistent.

Well, consistency is the

hobgoblin of little minds.

"Foolish consistency is the

hobgoblin of little minds."

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