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JULY 2012
Tale of Fiction TCSD July Events TCSD Contacts Board Members Volunteer Committee
TRIATHLON CLUB OF SAN DIEGO
JULY CLUB MEETING TBD
JULY POTLUCK Theme:
Italian
For the carb cravers out there. Bring your favorite Italian side dish, salad, or dessert. Date: Last Friday of the month, July 27th after La Jolla Cove swim
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Weekly Workout Calendar New Members Member Profile TCSD Conversation
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Race Report: Boise 70.3 Race Reports: Flash Back Coach’s Corner: Nutrition
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TriNews
ne of the saving graces of relocating from San Diego to a town in the Midwest at the end of summer was the riverside park where Jeffrey could run during his lunch breaks. Located only three blocks from the building where he worked in financial services, the park offered a respite A Tale of Fiction from the business world and let him daydream about the lifestyle he would some day return to on the West Coast. By Barbara Javor During each t w e nt y - m i nu t e loop around the park, he schemed ways to take his business skills and education to a job in California that really helped people pull themselves up by their bootstraps. He’d move to a town where when someone said he just bought an expensive pair of shoes, he meant running shoes, not Italian loafers. Enjoying the yellow and crimson foliage in the park and the first crisp days of autumn, he wondered how soon he’d have to resign to indoor workouts as winter approached. For now, he savored his run along the park path.
He entered the east side of the park and ran counterclockwise. Most joggers cut back to the east side in the middle of the park on a path with sparse trees, an open space lined with grass and bark chips. Jeffrey opted to run the full circuit around the south end where the trail wound through dense bushes and old trees. Groups of homeless people congregated under those trees during the day along with battered carts carrying their worldly belongings. Shabby residence hotels, pawn shops, and seedy bars lined the streets bordering the south end of the park. As long as he stayed on the trail and didn’t carry any valuables besides his cell phone, Jeffrey felt relatively safe running there at mid-day. Still, a little voice told him to connect somehow with the homeless crowd to insure a bit of familiarity and security. He usually ran two loops, so he made eye contact, nodded greetings, and spoke a few words to no one in particular as he passed along the south end of the path. “Gotta run, folks, gotta run.” He routinely saw up to about twenty homeless continued on page 6