this over thoughtfully like a connoisseur sampling wine. "I was reading
about you the other day," he answered finally. "You ran way back in the
1952 Olympic Trials, eh? Remarkable."
Buschman beat me
in the race, too, by the desperate tactic of beginning his sprint when we had
five miles to go in a 5�-mile race. For the remainder of the race I
concentrated on the scenery, which included groves of fir trees, a crystallike
reservoir and Buschman's footsteps. I planned ahead to the next day's race in
At any race,
particularly one where valuable prizes are offered, the better runners dress
with one eye cocked toward the door lest someone enter who might threaten their
chances that day. New England athletes have their pecking order, with everybody
more or less knowing who will beat whom. As I walked into Warren's Mary V.
Quirk School, the heads turned, and you could see the numbers turning over like
digits on a speedometer: from sixth to seventh, from 11th to 12th. Kelly was
not there, but sitting on a bench was Jim Keefe, who had run on the
U.S.-Russian team several years ago. "Who let this ringer in?" asked
I was pleasantly
With the crack of
the starter's pistol the field arranged itself behind a heavily muscled lad
who, from the shouts of the crowd, must have been the mayor's son. A police car
with flashing light led him, and we all trustingly followed for perhaps
three-quarters of a mile when the local lad veered to the right. After we had
been standing on the sidewalk for a few seconds we suddenly realized he had
quit. Tony Sapienza, who earlier had been passing out more entry blanks to the
Sons of Italy race, now had the lead.
In my own
analysis of the pecking order before the start I had rated myself no better
than fourth, but I forgot to mention this to the other runners. After
struggling stiff-leggedly in the rear for four of the five miles I suddenly
found myself in the lead. I sprinted home before a crowd of several hundred
bathers who had deserted the beach long enough to applaud me.
course record," a man said.
"Did I run
"No, it's a