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W NOVEMBER TCSD CLUB RACE Triathlons: Fiesta Island November 3 Format: 750y/12mi/4mi 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. Refer to the Club’s website for latest & complete information.
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hen Lindy’s friends invited her for a she set off. runon the boardwalk Halloween night, After about a mile she she figured it would be a good way to arrived at a junction with a large avoid the traditional tricks and treats of the cemetery across the road. She had jogged evening. She parked a few blocks from the beach many times in daylight hours along the peaceful and joined her pals for a four-miler under the trails inside the memorial park, but never at glow of street lamps along the strand. After the night. Going through the park would cut off run she changed into a sweat suit, and her group nearly two miles of her route, but she hesitated retreated to their favorite café only to find it before considering the challenge of winding her full of patrons on the Friday night. They walked way in the dark with her head still swimming along the strand to a bar and grill best known and her legs like rubber noodles. The west gate for its greasy food. Lindy drank beer and for traffic was closed, but she saw the fence near munched on chips, not interested in the oily fare the gate was bent enough to enter on foot. What the hey? I’ll get home sooner if I take the shorton the menu. Two hours later when she stood to leave, her cut. When she entered the grounds, Lindy shudbody weaved. “I’m not sure what’s more wobbly—my head or my legs,” she said with dizzy dered as the temperature seemed to drop with double vision while walking out the door. the loss of street light. The quarter moon offered “Maybe I should have eaten a meal with the the only skylight to guide her. The local lore of beer.” She was going to ask one of her friends the cemetery did nothing to lessen her unease. for a ride home, but they all seemed equally The park encompassed a large area of undulating soused. Maybe the cool night air will sharpen my terrain geologists called mima mounds. The soil senses. She stumbled the few blocks to her car movements that caused the mounds did more and knew she shouldn’t get behind the wheel for than form bumps and hummocks. Each year the five-mile drive. I’ll walk home and jog back bones of people interred in old potters’ fields emerged on the larger for my car in the morning. avor J mounds that the Wearing a knapsack stuffed with a r arba By B locals dubbed her sweaty running togs, and a runm u m m y ner’s belt with a can ction of Fi mounds. of pepper e l a AT Although spray and a botthe cemetery managers tle of G a t o ra de, continued on page 22
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