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HICKS: ‘Runner’ introduces mother to son’s world
For as well as I know my only son, I never really understood him until I read John L. Parker Jr.’s “Once a Runner.”
Often called the “definitive running story,” “Once a Runner,” published in 1978, remains a cult classic for those whose identities are defined by the sport of running. Through the tale of the fictional Quentin Cassidy, elite runners attach words and images to the inexplicable self-discipline and effort it takes to embark on the “Trial of Miles and Miles of Trials.”
Mr. Parker’s novel wasn’t meant for your garden-variety joggers, or even the folks whose bumper stickers proclaim their success in marathons or half-marathons.
People who appreciate “Once a Runner” are the ones who plan their days around “the run.” The people who have to pencil in a day off, just so they remember to take one.
People like my son, Jimmy.
Jimmy is one of those elite high school racers who can cover two miles faster than I can drive to the grocery store. Once, at a track meet, I got to playing solitaire on my phone while waiting for his race to begin. When the gun went off, I thought I’d just finish my game and then turn my attention to the mile he was running.
When I looked up, he was crossing the finish line.
Now to be clear, I am not a runner. I’ve tried, but I learned quickly that I’m the sort who needs a lot of motivation. Someone chasing me with a knife, perhaps; or else the promise of an extra dessert.
So when my son encouraged me to read “Once a Runner,” I knew it wasn’t because I, personally, would identify with the novel, but that I would grasp the essence of what drives him.
He wanted me to read it because he wanted me to know him.
So I read it.
Thanks to Mr. Parker, I finally understood the passion and purpose Jimmy finds in running. I got a glimpse into the mind and heart of a young man whose willingness to endure pain and sacrifice is only surpassed by his desire to achieve his goals. I got that he has dreams that aren’t too lofty, and confidence that is not misplaced.
It wasn’t an easy read, what with the tears dripping onto the pages of the book and all. It turns out there’s nothing more poignant than realizing your son is trying to tell you he is a man of incredible strength and determination; more focused and fearless than you could ever hope to be.
It’s humbling, indeed, to read a book in which the hero is so familiar; so familial.
The distance he’s covered through the past four years quite literally cannot be measured, nor can the impact of all those miles on his character. Through grueling heat and frigid cold — and every sunny and rainy day in between — Jimmy put on his running shoes and pounded the pavement, demonstrating that every worthy goal can be achieved through hard work and almost nothing else.
On Sunday, we’ll watch him walk — not run — across the stage to collect his high school diploma, ending a phase in his life marked by challenges and changes. Miles of trials, as Quentin Cassidy would say, along the trial of miles.
Jimmy has countless miles ahead, for as the book says, once a runner … well, you know the rest.
Soon, he’s off to college, where the classes are tougher, the training more tiresome, the races longer, the competition more fierce. All that he has learned about himself will come to bear.
There’s a line in Mr. Parker’s novel that sums up my son: “He ran not for crypto-religious reasons, but to win races, to cover ground fast. Not only to be faster than his fellows, but to be better than himself.”
With grace and grit, determination and the desire to be the best version of himself, Jimmy is becoming the man God is calling him to be.
One mile at a time. Mile after mile after mile.
• Marybeth Hicks is the author of “Don’t Let the Kids Drink the Kool-Aid: Confronting the Left’s Assault on Our Families, Faith and Freedom.” Find her on the web at http://marybethhicks.com.
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