1 Mile to You Page #3

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."

You know, I just read Emerson in AP English

and now you're quoting him back to me.

Why do you take

those jock classes, huh?

Well, that's where Umber put me.

"That's where Umber put you."

Okay.

God, sometimes, I just wanna...

strangle you.

We're reading

"The Great Gatsby" this week.

You know how he has his...

I guess, schedule?

His improvement exercises?

You know, I think of

you when I read that.

You act so aloof,

but you try harder than anyone.

Why?

There used to be

an elm over there.

You know, Bobby and I, we built a tree

fort, but somebody, somebody cut it down.

Bobby Sickle?

B-S, you wrote...

his initials on your shoes.

They're his shoes.

I'm sorry, I don't mean to...

bring up bad memories.

You know, when I read

about the crash in the papers,

I thought it was the most

awful thing I'd ever...

I wanna be good for you.

- Where were you?

- I was out.

I found the check from the university.

$3,000 is a lot of money.

I'm doing physiological testing

for them.

Are you allowed to do that?

The coaches say that it's fine.

Are they testing

what you're thinking?

No. 'Cause I'm not

doing psychological testing.

I am doing

physiological testing...

I know what the word means.

Look. You're getting

straight As in school.

Your running is amazing.

You just... You never bring

any friends over anymore.

Mom.

I'm not going

to dress in all black

and bring dad's shotgun to school,

if that's you're thinking...

That's not what I meant.

I just don't know

what's going on anymore.

That's because I don't

want to talk to you.

Or Dad. I don't want

to talk to anyone.

You know, the polite

thing to do would be to write

the university a thank-you note.

I wrote the address and I

put a stamp on it for you.

Yeah.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

My old man's gotten worse

since they fired him.

Nothing to do,

but b*tch on my ass.

- Ah, sorry.

- It's all good.

Come on.

One more.

Picture your dad.

Read that to me.

"Kevin Schuler reads scientific

journals as well as Emerson

and is a model of fitness

and good looks."

You could keep going, please.

"He also admits

to having shin splints...

Tendinitis and

gastrointestinal disturbances."

This is stupid.

Why do I have to read this here?

Are you hurt?

Well, it's supposed to hurt.

Running is the highlight

of my day.

If I have a bad day,

a good run saves it for me.

What are you doing?

There's good pain...

and there's hurting yourself.

Go home. Stay there.

No running for two days.

I don't wanna see you

until Friday.

Key on Kevin. And stay ready.

This is a hilly course.

All right, everybody else

is gonna be gassed.

And that last long hill,

that's where we attack.

That's where we win it.

So, let's go on out there and

get us a state championship!

Give me a Gary on three.

One, two, three!

Gary!

Five-two-three!

Five-two-three!

- One-two-three!

- Fight!

- Here comes the...

- Boom!

You see the creek?

I hear you are no good

with rivers and such.

Keep the team together.

All right?

Hey, help each other out.

Get in here. Get in here.

We can win this thing, okay?

On three, give me a woo-hoo!

- One, two, three!

- Woo-hoo!

Yeah.

Ready? Set!

Stay right here

with the devil in you

I can't let you loose

Stare me down,

let the devil in me tame you

You will find

what's lost in me

No one has to know

Lead me down,

let the devil in me show

Ellie!

Ellie! Ellie...

Kevin, you're four minutes late.

We had to leave without you.

Oh, no, I'm here now.

I'm here. I'm here.

You can't come with us, Kevin?

Let's get you home, sweetheart.

- What was that?

- I don't think anyone saw.

Lead me down,

let the devil in me show

Ellie!

Ellie...

Run.

Stop.

Ellie.

You're a state champion!

- You nailed that sucker!

- You're a state champion!

- Your runner ran into our boy.

- I'm sorry, it was accidental.

The Athletic Association recommends disqualifying

both runners for poor sportsmanship.

Official Bledsoe,

this is a big pack.

You know, there's

going to be some bumping.

Come on, you can't make that call.

It's a state championship.

Run the race ten times.

Nobody would beat him.

Do you have anything

to say for yourself?

I'm guilty.

Halt, just a gosh damn minute!

He doesn't know what he's saying.

He can hardly breathe.

Oh, sh*t.

Come on. He's got no oxygen.

Come on. Coach.

Good job, son. Congratulations.

- Why did you run him down?

- 'Cause he deserved it.

That's the stupidest thing

I've ever heard.

Oh, I'm sorry. Did I mess up

our package deal to State?

What are you talking about?

If I run for Rowan at State,

you're hired, right?

You think I don't figure

this sh*t out?

I don't really care about that, man. I just

want you to be able to see what you have.

There is a 100 runners out there who

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