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Hey, I'm home.

Why do I always think that's going to be big news?

Jake, what did I tell you about vegging in front of the TV?

It's an educational show.

Jake, you're nine.

You're not going to buy real estate with no money down. Now shut it off.

Man, it's like you don't want me to get rich.

What am I supposed to do now?

Did you ask the neighbors about signing up for your school's 5K run?

No one's going to want to run a race.

Races are dumb.

No, they're not.

Your dad and I used to run 5Ks all the time. They're fun and exciting.

Mom, running isn't fun.

It's what you do to get away from girls.

Hey, Mom, how was your day? Oh, better than a woodpecker in a lumberyard.

Oh, what's for dinner?

Cheyenne. I just walked in the door. And she asked you what's for dinner.

What's with the recap?

I already have a job. And I'm sick of my second one being your chef, cook, maid,

and chauffeur.

It would be nice if I had some time to do something nice for me.

I'd take a bubble bath in a big old tub in Europe.

supposed to say to people to get them to sign up for this dumb race?

Just tell them how much fun running is.

They won't believe me. Sure they will.

You've got an honest face.

Just smile when you say it.

Okay.

Mom?

Will you sign up for my fun race?

Oh, you are so busted.

Jake, Mom doesn't run anymore.

She's right. I don't.

I cook and I clean.

And I fall asleep watching the 10 o 'clock news.

But tonight, I'm going to take a bubble bath.

And in the morning, I'm going to start running again.

That a girl.

We're never going to get dinner, are we?

Hey! My roots are planted in the past.

Though my life is changing fast.

It never stops with gentle hands and the heart of a fighter.

I'm a survivor.

Hey, what you doing?

I'm helping out around here and I'm making a cake.

Mom, where do we keep the dextrose sucratose?

Honey, that's an instant cake mix.

You're reading the ingredients.

Just add water.

Oh. This is going to be easy.

Cheyenne, I appreciate your help, but I don't know if it's a good idea with you

baking. For one thing, I don't know if we have the insurance.

Don't worry.

I've got someone coming over to help.

Hey there, culinary cutie.

What's cooking? You can say, I am.

Is there anything you won't wear?

Hey, guys. Hey.

Are you silly?

Why didn't you tell me you were coming over?

We could have walked together.

Sometimes I don't know what's wrong with me.

No, I just came to see the cooking show.

So what's with the outfit?

Oh, I'm getting in shape for the school's 5K run.

Hey, you know what?

You ought to do it with me.

You mean run through town all sweaty with my mom?

Finally, I'll be popular.

Okay, for our first lesson, we're going to take a little trip to Italy.

Will Cheyenne be making spaghetti?

I wouldn't put it pasta.

age. I was checking out the entry form for the race, and this is the perfect

year for you to run in it. So you're moving into a new age category.

The 42 to 49 group.

You're the youngest of the old people!

You may never get dinner again.

No, see, none of the other people in your group can run a 5K in under 24

minutes. You can kick these geezer butts!

Man, it's not about winning.

That's the way Brock ruined it for me.

He was so competitive.

Really? What would he do? He wouldn't talk to the other runners. He'd elbow

people on the turn. He even talked trash to me.

He used to call me lead feet.

Cheyenne is doing really well.

But just for the heck of it, do you have a fire extinguisher?

Stir the sauce.

The saleswoman said that?

Oh, yeah, and she gives me this, like, attitude. You know that she's the

saleswoman and she knows what this year's low is?

Stir!

So what did you do? Oh, this is so great. And I say really nicely. You know

fake nice voice?

Um, excuse me. Is there any way that I could speak with the manager?

It's burning! And she says to me, Stir the sauce!

Stir, stir. Don't talk. Just stir.

You know what? We're done.

Okay? You know, there's only so much you can do to food talk. Just get up, you

know?

Oh! Well, that was so easy. Yeah. So much for Italiano.

I can't wait to see what we're going to cook tomorrow.

Tomorrow? Yeah.

Small barbecue.

No, it wasn't. It was pathetic.

What's that supposed to mean?

I saw you from the porch. Yeah? This is you.

I don't run like

that. Mrs. H, if you have any chance of winning this thing, you need me to take

over your training immediately.

Would you stop?

I don't care about winning. I told you. Oh, come on.

We'll hit the streets tomorrow at 6 a .m. Come back here for stretching and

training.

6 a .m.? Oh, yeah.

Let me think about that. No.

Listen to me loud and clear. I am not competitive.

I did it. I got somebody else to sign up for the race. Oh, great, Jake.

Well, well, well.

Just like the old days, isn't it?

Lead feet.

Let's go, let's go, let's go. Come on, you're on with the finish line. Finish

strong.

How do I do? What's my time?

Yuck.

What do you mean, yuck?

Don't say yuck.

Okay.

I have to you today because you ran it in 23 .50!

I've never done that before!

You know, I bet I could have even done it faster if I hadn't tripped over that

trash can.

you won't wear.

You know, I was stretching out in my driveway when I saw you run by, Reba.

It's very impressive.

You are definitely the one to beat in the comedy division.

Here it comes, Van.

Don't start your trash talk with me, Brock. Yeah, don't bring that garbage

around here.

This is Mrs. H's house.

I'm just making conversation.

Well, you're not very good at it.

I'm doing this for me, Brock. I just want to enjoy running like I used to

you ruined it with your competitiveness.

My competitiveness? Uh -huh. Oh, wait a minute. You're the one who's up at the

crack of dawn training with the college athlete.

Training? You think we're... Man, he thinks we're training.

Why?

Because we're both wearing sweats?

Yeah. Well, maybe we're in the same dance company.

Every bit as competitive as I am, Reba. Afraid not. Oh, afraid so. Afraid not.

Afraid so infinity.

You only started to pretend you weren't when you realized you couldn't beat me.

Pardon my French, but horse feathers.

Admit it. When I entered this race, you saw it was your opportunity to finally

beat me, but you forgot something.

I always win.

Oh, pardon my French.

Not this time.

And you know why I always win?

Because you're a gigantic butt.

No,

because you don't have that conquering spirit that it takes to be a winner.

it, Reba, you're just too nice.

I'm fixing a nice you right upside the head. Now get out of here. Yeah, I'm

going, I'm going. I want to try and get in a good 5K before work today. You

know, yesterday I was kind of slow.

Only ran it in 22 flat.

I forgot how much fun we used to have doing this.

I didn't, because we didn't.

to cook.

Blankets!

I just picked it right up.

Is something burning? Is something burning?

It's the bread.

Do you remember the bread?

Do you remember I told you to take it out of the oven ten minutes ago?

when she was six years old.

That's the true story.

That's precious and holy, isn't it?

You're preaching to the choir. I've been there.

I love you, Reaper.

How about that?

Let's start a band.

Definitely something to think about.

Be careful on your walk home. Come on, my routine.

Wait, wait, wait.

Look what I can do.

which means stretching on the patio. Let's go.

Pass.

Today's tomorrow's the race. We got to stretch big time tonight.

There's not going to be any race.

At least not for me anyway.

Oh, you're quitting?

Who are you, huh?

Quitty Quitterson from Quitsville, Quitland?

I can't beat him. Who, Quitty?

Brock. He was right.

I do want to beat him. I always did.

He's also right about that other thing he said about...

Me not having that conquering spirit thing.

Oh, let's face it, Ben.

I'm nice.

You know what they say about nice guys?

You can lead them to water, but you can't make... No.

No, no, no. That's horses.

Appreciate your help, but I'm out.

Hey, I totally get it. You're a grown woman.

Complete your choice if you want to act like a big baby.

Knock it off.

I don't feel like a winner.

Mrs. H, listen to me for a minute.

Don't tell me what it feels like to be a winner. I've been an athlete my whole

life. I know exactly what it feels like to score the winning touchdown or hit

the jump shot at the buzzer. And let me tell you something.

It's the greatest feeling in the world.

Everybody chanting and cheering your name. Go, Van!

Van! Van is the man!

Mrs. H, your whole life is like that.

You have conquered tons of stuff.

Anything that life could throw at you. And you keep going, and you keep this

family going.

But you do it in so many little ways that maybe it doesn't feel like you're

conquering anything.

You know what you need?

A crowd following you around.

Every time you do the laundry, they do the wave.

Every time you make a pot roast, they chant, Mrs. H, Mrs. H, Mrs. H is the

Oh, man, that's really sweet and a dang good idea.

But it has nothing to do with the race. It's got everything to do with the race.

You can beat Mr.

H. And when you do, you're going to know that feeling that I'm talking about.

And the next time you don't feel like a winner, you'll know that you are.

Well, what do you say?

in there for. We got some stretching to do.

Hey,

how was the race?

Great if you like watching somebody cheat.

Oh, now, Kira, I don't think that was technically cheating.

Elbowing somebody in the face on a turn?

Yeah, I think it was, Barbachini.

I told you it was an accident.

Yeah, maybe the first time.

Oh, my gosh.

Mom beat Dad.

Oh, it's not about winning, Cheyenne.

If it were... Yeah, I kicked his butt.

You know what this calls for?

Little hair of the dog.

Kira, Jake, Cheyenne.

Loser.

Louie Loser from Loserville, Louisiana.

Hey there, coach.

Hey there, winner.

Winnie Winterson from Winnersville. Oh, shut up, Van.

We've lost, Dad. But you sure were funny to watch.

Yeah, that's what I was going for, son.

Van?

Van?

Van?

Les Losers.

totally get why you tried so hard to win.

It's a great feeling, this kicking butt.

Suddenly you seem to be a little more competitive.

Well, it's more fun to be competitive when you're Winnie Wintersome.

But I'm the nice competitive kind, not your psycho kind.

Oh, clearly.

Yeah, I could see you were having fun out there.

How could you see that with binoculars?

I always did enjoy running. Yeah, I know, until I kind of wrecked it for

Brock, of all the things you wrecked in my life, running is way down there.

Well, I'm glad I could give you back that feeling.

Well, thanks, but you didn't give it back. I took it.

Okay.

What's that mean? Okay.

Nothing, nothing. Forget I said it.

Are you saying that you weren't trying to win?

No, no, I tried. I just... I didn't try the way I usually try. You know, the...

gigantic butt way.

Cool.

You gave it all you had and you lost. I want you to say that to my face.

Well, I can't honestly do that.

Okay, then you know what?

We're going to race again right now. Oh, don't be ridiculous. Right now. Down at

the parking back, that's three miles. Yeah, which means I'd beat you by two.

Shoot, you could take the car, I'd still beat you.

Come on, big boy.

Come on.

Put up or shut up. Come on.

Are you serious?

Yes.

You want it?

You got it.

You are going down, Red.

To the parking back?

Okay, guys. My special race day dinner will be ready in a few minutes. Just as

soon as the meat stops boiling.

Change plans.

We'll race down to the pizza place, loser buys.

Deal. And no elbowing in the face.

Deal.