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MARCH 2012
TCSD March Events TCSD Contacts Board Members Volunteer Committee
TRIATHLON CLUB OF SAN DIEGO
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Weekly Workout Calendar New Members Member Profile TCSD Conversation
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Group Ride Race Reports From the Couch
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TriNews
A Tale of Fiction
by Barbara Javor
MARCH CLUB MEETING Tuesday, 13th Location: Function Smart/UCPT see page 6
MARCH CLUB DUATHLON Saturday, March 10th 6am check-in opens 7am race start Location: Carlsbad Format: 2m/19m/2m
MARCH CLUB TRIATHLON Saturday, March 24th 6am check-in opens 7am race start Location: Fiesta Island Refer to the Club’s website for complete information.
Flashy ads described the Baytown festival as an unforgettable weekend of racing, food, and live music. With a triathlon and other sports, regional foods, and a host of bands, Carly thought it would be a perfect way to spend the weekend before attending a conference in a nearby city. She made arrangements to rent a bicycle for the triathlon. All she needed to bring would be a small suitcase and a transition bag. She carried her transition bag onboard the one-stop flight. The connecting flight to Baytown was on a small commuter plane. As she was boarding, an attendant stopped her. “I’m sorry, but there’s no room for your large carry-on bag. We have a full flight, and you’re one of the last to board. We’ll stow your bag with the luggage.” Seated in the back of the plane, Carly was the last passenger to disembark. The conveyer chute was already spitting out baggage when she arrived in the small terminal. A crowd of passengers blocked her access to the conveyer, so she stood back. She saw her transition bag tumble
onto the belt to start its slow ride to her. “Wait!” she yelled when a tall, lanky man grabbed her bag and darted toward the door. “He has my bag.” She pushed past the other travelers to reach the man. He was out of sight when she arrived at the terminal door. She stepped outside and saw him running just before he turned right at the end of the building. “Stop!” she yelled. “That’s my bag.” When he failed to respond, Carly sprinted after him. She caught sight of him in a parking lot and shouted again. After glancing over his shoulder, he ran faster. Carly closed the distance between them. Just before she reached the man, she yelled again. When he failed to yield, she tackled him on the dirt and weed-choked parking lot. The man lost his grip on the bag, and she quickly leaped up to grab it. Still lying on the ground, the man grabbed a strap and tugged on the bag. continued on page 6