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APRIL 2013
Soul Mates TCSD Events TCSD Contacts Board Members Volunteer Committee
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TRIATHLON CLUB OF SAN DIEGO
APRIL CLUB TRIATHLON Date: Saturday, April 13th 6am check-in opens 7am race start Location: Fiesta Island Format: 750S/12B/4R
APRIL CLUB DUATHLON Date: Saturday, April 27th 7am check-in opens 8am race start Location: Pine Valley Format: 17B/4R Refer to the Club’s website for complete/updated information.
Weekly Workout Calendar New Members TCSD: On The Podium TCSD Conversation Member Profile
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Race Report - Escape from Alcatraz 14 Nutrition Quick Tip 15 National Club Challenge Competition Wrap-up 23
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arry and Jerry cursed their bad luck, the fickle winds, and each other for capsizing the sailboat near the rocky reefs most sailors avoided. They swam to a A Tale of Fiction tiny, desolate cay that stood a few feet above sea level, and waited to beckon a passing vessel or aircraft. As the hours passed without signs of rescue, they wandered around the small, rocky islet while they griped. “If Betty Lewiston hadn’t dumped me, we’d be married now, and I’d be working for her father’s company,” Larry said. “But she decided to become a triathlete, and every weekend she was off swimming, biking, and running. It’s no wonder I started drinking and sailing.” Jerry kicked a rock. “If Justin Kohlner hadn’t given me an F in history, I wouldn’t have lost my scholarship, and I’d be in law school now. Instead, I’m a bum sailing the seven seas with you and Captain Morgan.” Larry bent down to pick up an object. “Look at this. It’s an ancient oil lamp.” He shook it and watched a cloudy image of a genie emerge from the spout. “Hey, can you get us back home?” “I am the genie of lost souls,” the presence said. “I can grant two wishes before I disappear
forever. I have the ability to let souls escape from sunup to sundown. Good souls don’t wander far. For people with damaged souls who sin and betray others, who lie to cover up, and who act By Barbara Javor as their own judge and jury—if they can’t recapture their souls before darkness falls, they may be doomed to search for them forever.” “I know just who needs her soul lost,” Larry said. “Betty Lewiston.” “And Justin Kohlner,” Jerry said. “They betrayed us.” “Then I shall do as you ask tomorrow at dawn.” The genie disappeared.
Betty Lewiston awoke the next morning before dawn, ready for the Gardentown triathlon. A sense she had forgotten something tugged at her, but she had checked and re-checked her gear the previous night. She drove in the parking lot just as the sky was turning light. The man parked next to her looked familiar, but she didn’t know his name. He stood staring at his bike and bag. “Is something the matter?” Betty asked as she unloaded her gear. continued on page 18