However, the stamp of a world record imparts a certain piquancy to a runner, so Scott knows what he has to do. "This 3:53.7 off a tactical pace will put ideas in people's minds," he said with relish. "If they couldn't get me in a kicker's race, maybe they'll figure they'll have to take it out hard, say next week in the Mill-rose mile in New York. And I hope they do!"
Those were fighting thoughts—the kind that keep you warm and bring you back and set you apart, the real things to remember long after all the oranges have molded away.