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JULY 2013
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TRIATHLON CLUB OF SAN DIEGO
N JULY CLUB MEETING Special Guest:
LYNNE COX World record holer, long distance open water swimmer (cold water specialist) and author. Her latest book Open Water Swimming Manual is hot off the press Thursday, July 31st 5-8pm Location: Rehab United - Kearny Mesa 3959 Ruffin Road Suite J San Diego, CA 92123 map: http://tiny.cc/zo9dzw
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ick glanced repeatedly at his watch. The San Diego triathlon would start in a few minutes, and he and the others on his team hadn’t spotted either of the Germans they were searching for. He scanned the crowd on the bay shoreline over and over until he spied one of the Germans standing in a tight knot with other elite competitors. Nick had no way to talk to him alone before the race started. “I’m standing about ten feet from Wolfgang Kern,” Nick A Tale of Fiction said into the mike of the small, waterproof headset he and the other team members wore. “His race number, fifty-five, is inked on his cap.” The other team members still on the beach— two men swimmers, and two men on paddleboards who would act as lifeguards—acknowledged Nick with “Roger that.” “What about the other German?” Sarah asked. The sixth team member, she sat in a Zodiac raft across the boat channel a few hundred yards away, next to a harbor police patrol boat. “We still don’t know if Fritz is here—he’s not registered,” Nick said into the mike. “Swimmers, get in the water, then paddlers, bring us our
fins. If we have to cheat to win this race, so be it. You know the plan—flank Wolfgang, left and right, and another in back. Don’t let Fritz get next to him. Sarah, you know your job.” The photo they had seen of a man supposedly named Fritz was fuzzy and lacked distinctive features that would easily identify him. With all the men in this race wave wearing goggles and light blue caps, and most of them wearing black By Barbara Javor wetsuits, they resembled clones. The cluster of about a hundred men treaded water before the countdown. Nick’s eyes flitted back and forth, looking for someone trying to edge his way closer to Wolfgang. There! “On his right, about four o’clock, two swimmers away,” he hurriedly said into his mike. He stated the race number on the swimmer’s cap, 7134, but the sound of the air horn signaling the start drowned out his voice. Nick took off. His experience as a water polo player taught him how to swim with his head out of water, and his training to be a Navy Seal fostered his continued on page 25