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October 12,
2005: It’s 5 AM. We’re suppose to go for a
short ocean swim. I was looking around for my swim shorts
when Pete emerged from his bedroom. He had his serious face
on. I asked him if everything was alright. He said “I’ve
got a race Saturday morning and I want to win.”
He made green tea and went back to his
bedroom. Before shutting the door he called out “I won’t be
swimming this morning.”
I smile. He’s going to win.
And now on to more important things –
the underpants run will commence in two hours. I didn’t get
over to Wal-Mart for new jockeys but I do own a pair of
Calvin Kleins that will probably do the job. I’ve lost some
weight since those bad boys fit well but I’m sure no one
will notice if I’m sporting baggy briefs. Also I’ve got to
find the proper top to wear. In a blind stroke of luck I
realize I’ve packed my 1989 racing singlet from back in “the
day.” I’ve put on “few” pounds (23) since those days but I
see that it’s quite fashionable to expose the mid-rift. I’m
gonna look awesome!!
I’ve got some time to kill. I think
it would be prudent to shave down for the “race”. I don’t
wanna be the only one there with sasquwatch legs!
Pete’s brother Dave will be joining me
on this little adventure. He doesn’t know it yet, but he’ll
be there.
Pete has a pro Meeting, a press
conference, a Reebok launch and an interview with the German
press today – all squeezed into a three hour bracket. He’ll
definitely want to decompress after that.
I need to go and make some noise in
the kitchen so Dave wakes up. I need a running partner.
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