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FEBRUARY 2009
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MOUNTAIN MAN CONGRATULATIONS TCSD! 25 years since its beginning and growing stronger & faster then ever. The largest and best triathlon club in the world.
TRIATHLON CLUB of SAN DIEGO
Y E A R S FEBRUARY CLUB MEETING February 26th Featuring TERRI SCHNEIDER, former pro triathlete, and author of the recently published book, Triathlon Revolution: Training, Technique, and Inspiration. Terri is one of the most experienced, educated elite endurance athlete/coaches in the sport, and her new book is a fun and fresh how-to guide for beginners and intermediates.
A Tale of Fiction By Barbara Javor I felt a sense of defiance as I began the grueling bicycle ride up Mt. Argent, one of the toughest climbs in the county. I was riding solo on a mid-week morning because my company had downsized a few weeks earlier and I was unemployed. Then Janice broke up with me, no doubt in part due to my single-minded determination to spend many of my weekends training. Without a job or a girlfriend, I decided to seize the opportunity and train like a madman to be king of the mountain and wear the coveted jersey awarded in the Mt. Argent races in a few months. Jobs could wait until my finances grew thin, and girlfriends…? I shook my head to clear the vision of Janice stomping out of my house a few weeks back. Girlfriends could wait too, until I got this quest to be a Mountain Man out of my system. I had ridden Mt. Argent once several years earlier, and my memories of switchback after switchback came back to life as I dug into the climb. I knew what a good racing time should be, and I had hoped this ride would prove I
could be within striking distance of winning if I set my mind to regular rides up the mountain. I kept glancing at my watch with each mile marker. So far, so good. Mt. Argent—Silver Mountain—was named for the large crystals of mica embedded in the granite boulders that flashed and shimmered silvery reflections of sunlight all along the climb. As sweat began to drip from my scalp onto my face and down my back, I passed a section of boulders with so many mica crystals that they seemed to be winking at me, mocking my effort. I’m not going to let it get to me. I pressed on, focusing only on the pavement ahead. Nothing’s going to distract me. The vegetation turned from brush to trees as I climbed, and near the summit I passed a few pull-outs with scenic vistas that tempted me to take a break. I pressed onward and upward to the end of the road, completely spent, continued page 3