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May 2015
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TRIATHLON CLUB OF SAN DIEGO
MAY CLUB TRIATHLON Sunday, May 17 Start Time: 7am Show up between 5:30am and 6:30am to help set up and/or get your warm up in before the start. Format: 750y/12mi/4mi
MAY CLUB POTLUCK Date: Friday, May 22 - 5:45pm Location: La Jolla Cove Check the Club’s website, Facebook page and/or Yahoo group forum for the most up to date activity details.
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bout twenty runners met at first light at the bottom of the road that wound three miles up to the war monument. Rebecca had been organizing these semi-annual Sunday morning runs for the last five years ever since the new monument had been dedicated. She had been the one to suggest the city install a low retaining wall covered with colorful mosaic flowers around the sculptures as a perpetual garden. For this idea, she was one of the guests of honor at the dedication ceremony. She loved to run up to the small park with her friends.
But it wasn’t always that way. Ten years earlier, her personal war happened during her last semester of high school, and the scars still hadn’t gone away. The only times now she ventured into her old neighborhood was for these runs to the memorial. Sometimes she could work through the bad memories while pounding the pavement. On other mornings nothing stopped the resurrection of all the past negativity and the feeling there had been no justice. This morning’s run was like that. The train of memories always started with picturing herself as that fat senior who wore glasses and unstylish clothes, the brainiac girl who didn’t care much about the way she looked because she would get through life with her smarts. Maybe it was because she was confident
that she was the target of bullies. One of the worst of the bunch was a boy named Rocky Stone. What kind of stupid name was that? He was dumber than a rock. He taunted her because he had to feel better than someone. His locker was a few doors down from hers, and he started off every morning with some insulting remark about her weight or her clothes if they were at their lockers at the same time. That morning he purposely bumped Rebecca as she was loading books in her locker, and some
fell. “Oh, sorry,” he said, snickering. “Let me help you.” He reached as if to grab another book as it was about to fall from her arms and instead tripped her. She landed hard on her wrist. “Oops, sorry,” he said, snickering again. Rebecca screamed as she got up and tried to hit him with her bag, but he dodged her, laughing. Livid, she reported him to the principal who accepted Rocky’s statement that he accidentally brushed her as he was helping. He had caused her to break her wrist and he wasn’t punished. When Rocky and his friends continued laughing at her with insults over the next few days, Rebecca couldn’t take it anymore. continued on page 16