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JUNE 2013
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TRIATHLON CLUB OF SAN DIEGO
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Member Profile Coach’s Corner: Swim Speed ITU Volunteer Summary Cycling Tips
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TriNews
was standing on the landing outside my door, talking to my neighbor, Gary, when a U-Haul truck pulled up. Out popped a young man who opened the back of the truck and proceeded to carry boxes into an apartment across the street. I stared at our new neighbor. Wearing shorts and a tee-shirt, he looked lean and fit, and had the most incredibly perfect legs with calves to die for. Gary smirked. “I A Tale of Fiction guess you want to meet the new guy on the block.” “Yeah, I should be neighborly,” I said. I walked down the steps and crossed the street. I smiled at Gary’s sudden jealousy. He was nice enough, but I didn’t want to be more than buddies with him. “Hi, I’m Susana,” I told Mr. Legs when he returned to unload more boxes. “I live over there.” I pointed to my apartment. “Where are you moving from?” “I’m from Louisiana. Today’s my first day in California.” He extended his hand. “I’m Pierre. Pleased to meet you.” His soft, Southern accent captivated me, and his French name sealed the deal. I noticed he wasn’t wearing a wedding band. “What brings you to California?” I asked. “Business and triathlon. I can train yeararound here. Have you ever raced in a
triathlon?” “No, but I’ve thought about it.” Huh? Where did that come from? I’ve never thought about triathlon. My running shoes must be ten years old, my clunky bike even older. I can swim, but not for speed. Is this the price I have to pay to get to know By Barbara Javor Pierre? “That’s great,” Pierre said as he wheeled an expensive-looking bike up his driveway. “Maybe you can show me some running and riding routes around here.” After our chat, I went home, got my car keys and credit card, and left to spend some serious money on new running shoes, a running outfit, and a swim suit. I looked at the prices of new bikes and realized I’d have to put aside a hundred bucks every month for quite a while to afford an upgrade. Pierre had better be worth it. We walked to the high school track a few blocks away one evening later that week and ran laps under the lights. Well, he ran, and I jogged, walked, huffed, and wheezed. Pierre uttered encouraging words each time he lapped me, and I got a view of his great legs every time he passed. I woke up the next morning dead. At least my legs were dead. He said I’d be ready for my first
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