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APRIL-MAY 2014
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TRIATHLON CLUB OF SAN DIEGO
A MAY CLUB MEETING Sunday, May 18th Featuring ”THE MAN” DAVE SCOTT Schedule: 3pm Setup 3:15pm Food 4pm Announcements and Raffle 4:30pm Dave Scott and Bob Babbitt 5:30 Autographs and Cleanup Location: Rehab United (RU2) 3323 Carmel Mtn Rd. San Diego, CA 92121
Refer to the Club’s website for complete/updated information.
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Weekly Workout Calendar 5 New Members 5 TCSD Conversation 7 Member Profile 10
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few weeks after my father died, my moth- ed. He was er asked me to come to the house and help proud of the title. By Barbara Javor Still, about once a year he her go through his things. The task would be painful, but I steeled myself to relive the announced he needed a new t-shirt, which was his way of telling me to find a race for us memories I was certain it would evoke. I left my to get the shirt they gave particihusband and son at home so Mom pants. Years later, after and I could shed our tears his first heart alone as we decided n r tio Javo c i attack, my dad what to keep as F a of arbar e l B stopped running mementos, a By AT and racing. what to give Content to away, and what walk, cycle easy to toss. It would routes, and swim be diffilaps, he claimed he cult to was still a triathlete. sort my When he itched for a father’s belongnew t-shirt, we went ings into three bins to a race where my like that. His life meant husband and I particiso much more. He had pated, and my dad worked called our lives voyages, not as a volunteer. We planned journeys, because the word jourthose races as family vacations, ney came from the Latin word for day. A and always tagged on a few extra days voyage could take a lifetime, with many port for camping, museums, or whatever else of calls along the way. the area offered. Even when the races weren’t I had listened to my father’s philosophical ramblings for many years, especially when we ran memorable, the vacations were. Those memories tugged at me as I drove across and bicycled together, or drove to and from the pool. I was the one who got him started running town to their house. My mother had started when I was a teen, and I introduced him to going through shelves of files, magazines, and triathlons several years later when the bug to souvenirs in his home office. She suggested I race really bit me. The racing bug never really got start in his bedroom closet where he had stored him, but he enjoyed the three sports. “As long as both clothes and several boxes of items. I swim, bike, and run, I’m a triathlete,” he insistcontinued on page 6