{"id":3481,"date":"2022-03-30T20:53:48","date_gmt":"2022-03-31T03:53:48","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/test-inside.ewu.edu\/willowspringsmagazine\/?p=3481"},"modified":"2024-12-11T12:19:58","modified_gmt":"2024-12-11T20:19:58","slug":"my-fathers-recitation-by-steve-coughlin","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/test-inside.ewu.edu\/willowspringsmagazine\/my-fathers-recitation-by-steve-coughlin\/","title":{"rendered":"&#8220;My Father\u2019s Recitation&#8221; by Steve Coughlin"},"content":{"rendered":"<div class=\"gb-container gb-container-edfd9c65\">\n<div class=\"gb-grid-wrapper gb-grid-wrapper-758dd595\">\n<div class=\"gb-grid-column gb-grid-column-9aa8b6c5\"><div class=\"gb-container gb-container-9aa8b6c5\">\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/test-inside.ewu.edu\/willowspringsmagazine\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/332\/2021\/07\/78.gif\" alt=\"78\" title=\"78\"\/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"gb-headline gb-headline-9744b4d8 gb-headline-text\"><strong>Found in\u00a0<a href=\"https:\/\/test-inside.ewu.edu\/willowspringsmagazine\/willow-springs-78-summer-2016\/\"><em>Willow Springs 78<\/em><\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"gb-headline gb-headline-671985e9 gb-headline-text\"><strong>Back to <a href=\"https:\/\/test-inside.ewu.edu\/willowspringsmagazine\/steve-coughlin\/\">Author Profile<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n<div class=\"gb-grid-column gb-grid-column-71db3465\"><div class=\"gb-container gb-container-71db3465\">\n\n<h1 class=\"gb-headline gb-headline-9e54f922 gb-headline-text\">&#8220;My Father\u2019s Recitation&#8221; by Steve Coughlin<\/h1>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>MY FATHER RAN THROUGH <\/strong>my mother&#8217;s heart attack. He ran through the afternoon my sister was hit by a car, through the ice storm that knocked down our backyard fence. During the Blizzard of &#8217;78 my father stood on the porch and ran in place for eighty-five minutes. During the Blizzard of &#8217;91, instead of leaving work while the roads were passable, my father ran up and down eight flights of stairs. He spent the night at the factory on a concrete floor. The morning my older brother&#8217;s unconscious body was found, skull bashed in, drug deal gone wrong, my father ran to his beat-up Mercury from his quarter-inch gear machine where he made miniature gears for boat engines. His brain ran so loud he could almost drown out the doctor&#8217;s voice. &#8220;One, two, three,&#8221; my father kept repeating. His watch counted each second. His note\u00ad books, his volumes of notebooks, recorded the distance of each run, the weather and location. My mother, her skin a colorless white, knocked on the bedroom wall, kept calling his name, but my father, clinging to his numbers, was running loops around the high school track. He bought a new wristwatch, another pair of sneakers.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>He ran with swollen knees, walked like a zombie into the living room unable to bend his legs. He ran through alcohol addiction, through depression so heavy a short run was the only reason to get out of bed. Past Stop signs, past Yield signs, past Do Not Enter signs. Drivers flipped him off after slamming their brakes. &#8220;One, two, three,&#8221; my father explained. Was it the day of an election, the Challenger explosion? The Thursday my brother was expelled from school for lighting a fire behind the gym? My father&#8217;s notebook observes, &#8220;6.9 miles\/ Mostly cloudy\/ Iced knees thirty minutes.&#8221; Monday I delivered newspapers. Tuesday I delivered newspapers. I pedaled my bike and tried to join his recitation: &#8220;One, two, three.&#8221; In twelfth grade I averaged seven-minute miles. I kneeled on one leg and vomited onto the sidewalk. I curled into a ball and waited for the shaking to stop. Never a discussion of shallow breathing, my mother&#8217;s chest tight as a fist. Never a follow-up appointment with the doctor. Just my father running through the cemetery, past the polished granite of his son&#8217;s stone. 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