By Zach Smart
Coursing through Brady Wilt’s blood stream is an abundance of adrenaline.
Wilt, a spindly freshman long distance runner at Biglerville High, has been running competitively since his elementary school days.
The freakish freshman, who clocked a 4:41 in the 1,600 in the Dallastown Invitational a few weeks ago, has been the never-dwindling engine that coach Alex Ramos has pumped his gas money into throughout the season.
Running, in some instances, can be classified as an old man’s sport. There are guys who revive their competitive spirit on the wrong side of 40, proving they “still got it” with a rigorous workout regimen and a constant commitment to chipping seconds off of their 5K time.
South Western assistant coach Pete Dodd is a prime example of a runner who has aged like a fine wine. While the rigors of father time and coaching could have easily ransacked him of his ambition, Dodd has been a fixture at the front pack of races throughout York County.
The other day, a blistering Sunday afternoon, Dodd busted out a light 19:40 5K on the Mustangs home track. His legs weren’t smoked afterward. Sure, he developed a sweat-soaked spot on his white t-shirt, albeit appeared as if he could bust out another 5K with little difficulty right there on the spot. If he was a few generations younger, he might dispatch his shirt and sling it over his back to impress the young ladies who arrived at at the track in droves that afternoon.
“And I’m 53,” Dodd added, rubbing it in my face as I recovered from a sun-baked four mile trek.
If you were a runner who stumbled upon Brady Wilt at a 5K or a marathon when he was just a youngster, you may have confused him for another Santa Clause-loving young gun competing in the kid’s fun run for the sheer joy of the experience.
Not so fast.
The slim killer breaks out of the chute with a blistering start, settles in and then relaxes his stride.
Nowadays, in a competitive race of that magnitude, you may half expect to hear Ramos (a track junkie who starred in football and track at Shippensburg University) shelling out orders to “relax!”
“Relax Brady!”
Wilt doesn’t wilt, settling in and quickly extending his stride while lasering on the runner in front of him.
If he sees a passageway, he’ll decide to pick off the front runner during a crucial point in the race.
After floating through the heavy distance, Wilt unleashes a kick (one which he’s worked on exploding into more, during summer runs and runs at John Rudy Park with formidable foe Nick Poole of Delone Catholic) and breaks into the finish line.
It’s almost impossible to gauge if he’s tired or not, even after logging three and a half miles of total distance at go-go race speed. His legs aren’t smoked. You can still hear the excitable pitch in his voice.
Wilt totes considerable speed for a freshman, but the slim neophyte has the endurance to run the 800, 1600, and 3,200 to rack up points for his team. He’s lethal for his high-engine.
Brady also has the luxury of family competition, whichly ultimate helps push his production.
His cousin, Devin Wilt of Fairfield, has meshed in with Fairfield’s fleet of distance runners headlined by John Roan.
Haven’t heard of Brady Wilt? Haven’t seen a highlight package of his circulating across Youtube, or a story with his name littered all over it on GameTime?
Not to worry. You will soon enough.