doesn't scare me...
not if I can train harder
than anyone's ever trained before...
even if it means
being dragged behind a bike.
After that,
the miracle is in God's hands.
Don't you see?
Get on the bike.
This is from your garden.
Sorry about this.
I picked it up from Baxter
this morning.
Mrs. Kopolous doesn't want me
to have her dog's business.
When you get out of your coma,
I'm sure you'll hear all about it.
What are you doing?
Nothing.
I read that smell
is the strongest memory.
So you're making your mom
smell that?
Yeah.
Well, I started with
my dad's old sweater.
But that didn't work,
so I moved on.
- What's this?
- I thought it might help with the miracle... -
you know, reading about Catholics
who got it right.
Thanks.
It was an Easter present
from Sister Bernadette last year.
It's been blessed.
I could use that.
I'm trying to be pure.
I'm trying to apply some of the martyrs'
pain techniques to running.
Martyrs were marathoners?
No. Endurance athletes of a sort.
Plus there's stuff
on purity and prayer as well...
which will come in handy
for the miracle.
How could you fail a Latin test?
I don't have the gift of tongues.
Please sign it.
You'd never tell them it was me,
would you?
Oh, my.
Are you all right,
Mr. Walker?
Fine, Father.
Thanks.
What's this for?
I got that from the library.
Well...
you look like a runner.
- I do?
- You do.
Thanks.
the marathon is
the ultimate test of fortitude.
Therefore, once the decision to run
has been made...
Father Hibbert?
I think, as a rule, the more tension,
your steps get shorter.
But let's talk about that later.
All right. I'm asking.
What's with the outfit?
Well, just like the martyrs,
I'm embracing pain.
The more pain I can take,
the better runner I'll be.
If I can get used to running
with all this stuff on...
imagine how much better I'll run
when I finally take it off.
Father, how'd you do
in the 1936 Olympics?
What did you say?
You ran the 1936
Olympic Marathon for Canada.
No, I didn't.
- I saw it in a book.
- The book was wrong.
Follow me, gentlemen.
Come along, Mr. Walker.
Ralph, what's wrong?
I'm fine.
Just a little light-headed...
that's all.
You fainted.
Yeah, I'm fine.
I might have run too far today.
You run? Cross-country?
No. The marathon.
The marathon?
I used to train with
the Finnish marathoners.
You were a runner?
No, I was a Canadian nurse
on overseas assignment...
and amateur bobsledder.
If you're serious about training,
you should come over sometime...
and we can lift weights.
Paavo Nurmi did,
and he won nine Olympic gold medals.
Wow.
You okay?
My glucose levels are down.
Claire, listen.
The book on martyrs has helped,
but I still can't pray.
Well, divine revelations aside,
you've obviously got a serious blockage.
Are you sure you were baptized?
No. And it's kind of hard
to ask anyone right now.
Yeah, sorry.
Why don't you try rubbing your knees
with sandpaper until they bleed...
and then kneeling down
in a pan of alcohol to pray?
What grit paper?
I thought I had a big appetite.
What's with the gluttony?
I'm trying to win
the Boston Marathon.
It's actually true.
You think you can
perform a miracle?
Yeah.
Weirdo.
Let's get out of here.
What do you think that kid is doin'?
I have absolutely no idea.
Isn't that the kid
with the mother in the coma?
He was caught strangling
his chicken in a pool.
That's the one.
Ralph, it's not like you're permanently
gonna deep-freeze your dick.
Chester, think about it.
The martyrs swam in the St. Lawrence
during winter to purify themselves.
Why can't I?
Goddamn it.
Well, that's the sin of blasphemy.
- Sorry.
- Come on. Lift the weight!
- Sorry.
- Be a man! Be a man!
Be a man.
You know, you can come
to our house for Christmas.
I'll be fine.
My cousins from Chatham
will be here.
- Are you sure?
- Absolutely.
Besides, I have my race.
Okay, careful.
Visiting hours are over.
My