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JULY 2010
TCSD Contacts Board Members Volunteer Members Member Profile
TRIATHLON CLUB OF SAN DIEGO
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Weekly Workout Calendar 5 TCSD Conversation 7 New Members 8 Race Reports 12, 14
June 21st Wednesday SPECIAL GUEST: Rod Dixon, A native Kiwi, Rod is reguarded as one of the world’s most versitle world class runners during his running days. Location: TBD check TCS’Ds website for update
JULY TCSD AQUATHON Powered by Kashi® Thursday, July 17th 5:00 pm check-in begins 5:45 pm course talk 6:00 pm race start time Where: La Jolla Shores
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THREE GUYS
JULY CLUB MEETING
Coaches Corner Made with Kashi
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By Barbara Javor
Adam focused all his mental energy on his quadriceps. Push! Push! Push! The cadence of rhythmic pressure, muscles tensing, and lactic acid burning consumed his thoughts. Good pain, he convinced himself. “Go, go, go,” he said silently prove himself. Today he would prove himself.
with each exhalation. He glanced at the trees and boulders lining the curvy road up the mountain, snuck a peek at his watch, and bet himself how long it would take to reach the next big bend. He grasped for anything to fill his mind and drive him as he toiled uphill. When he reached the bend and confirmed his time, he glanced over his shoulder to look for anyone who might be near. Head down and forward again, he muscled on. Eric tried to look surreptitiously at the others around him, just a glance or two from the corners of his eyes. They seemed to look alike—helmets covering foreheads, wrap-around sunglasses covering eyes, muscular arms and legs, sinewy, and tan. We’re almost clones. Maybe the noses were different, but this was no time to study faces. He was heading up from the flats now where jockeying for position didn’t matter. The mountain loomed ahead. He let his mind slip back to his Spiderman days when he dreamed of leaping from rock to rock. Back then he could climb anything he imagined. Boyhood dreams, he mocked himself. Today he
Today he would climb the beyond-category behemoth. Today it will be mine. To avoid his growing discomfort, Nathan kept returning to one of his favorite memories: the day he first saw Jillian. He had noticed her in the gym. She was a nice-looking, hard-bodied, young woman doing reps on the machines. He snuck glances at her, amazed at her beauty enhanced with glistening perspiration on her face and across a light sprinkling of freckles on her shoulders. That’s the kind of girl I’d like to meet, he thought—until he saw her effortlessly pulling as much weight as he had, and doing more repetitions. What? She can’t be! After that day, Nathan recalled notching up his workouts, gaining strength, form, and confidence to talk to her. He smiled while remembering the day he finally had enough nerve to say hello and chat a few minutes. He had been taking a break between sets, trying to look cool and collected, when she had smiled at him as she began adjusting weights on a neighboring machine. He had silently groaned when she loaded the same weights he had. The continued on page 3