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APRIL 2019
Ancient Triathlete TCSD Contacts Welcome New Members Board Members 2019 Race Schedule
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TRIATHLON CLUB OF SAN DIEGO
Weekly Workout Calendar You’re an Ironman TCSD Conversation
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It’s the Law Coach’s Corner: Mistakes TCSD on the Web Beginner’s Corner
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Tri News
Ancient Triathlete
Rime of the
By Barbara Javor (with apologies to Samuel Coleridge)
Forward: How a Triathlete was driven to win a race and how he endured the APRIL TCSD EVENTS CLUB MEETING Sunday, April 7th 11am to 3pm
elements through the tropical latitudes on the shores of the Great Pacific Ocean and onward to the cold Country; and how he made his course alone past dangers through the hottest of days and the coldest of nights; and in what manner the Triathlete returned to the starting line to tell his most remarkable tale. It is an Ancient Triathlete Who stoppeth one in three. “Please, dear sir, before you sup Hear my tale, I plea.”
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CLUB DUATHLON Saturday, April 20th Location: Great Western Loop Check TCSD website/facebook for latest details
The grizzled man with a leathery, sunburnt face stood by the railing on the wharf outside a Starbucks coffee shop. His shorts and shirt were frayed and faded. His uncombed hair was shoved under a sun-bleached cap from some long-forgotten triathlon. Around his neck hung an old, deflated bicycle tube. Pelicans and gulls perched on the nearby railing and occasionally took flight, laughing and mocking the Ancient Triathlete. The old man eyed each person heading to Starbucks before he chose whom to entreat. They had to understand lest his tale be for naught. The Starbucks patron gazed at the old man before looking at his watch. “I’ll give you a few minutes. I want a quick cup of coffee and then be on my way.”
The Ancient Triathlete commenced his narration:
The race began on the beach, I vowed to come in first. If I couldn’t win by rights The others I would curse. The sun rose up in the east, Out of the sea came I. Not far ahead of the best of men Who would not pass me by. The Triathlete told of how he had to win that race at any cost. It would quiet his soul if he could win just once before he grew old. His age was three and thirty years, and he was in his prime. After swimming, he pedaled his bike until his legs screamed for a respite from burning muscles. With no one in sight following him, he tossed handfuls of sharp tacks and broken glass continued on page 6