Suze: The ArmoryOut of the blue in late January I got a call from Patsy Davis. She ran for Washington and we’d chat after Pac-12 meets. I liked her. She was tall and slim and had ink-blank hair. I don’t know how she tracked me down. Probably some super-secret network of post-grad runners.
Patsy asked if I was still running. She was doing some film thing at NYU and had hooked up with a local elite women’s club. “They have these crazy all-comers meets at the Armory on Thursday nights. No pressure but lots of fun. If you can handle the dry air.” The Armory has a high-tech banked indoor track. It was an old armory and I’d heard that where the track was used to be where they stored jeeps and stuff. It was near Broadway and 168th Street.
I told Patsy that I was so focused on law school—”some o
