He was playing with his Dad behind the college's admin building when I first saw him. He had that charmy boyish smirk back then too but had not yet amassed the hairy, blunt stature that he somehow manages to move along running and bike paths rather smartly today. How was I to know that he was a kindred spirit or that he would someday be wedded to my dear sister.
I'm not sure how or when things were cemented between us, but the 2006 run (and months of training) certainly helped. It was my entry into the sport and I think I surprised him with my quick response to his challenge. I won't soon forget that summer; familiarizing ourselves with the 42Ks prior to game day, crossing the finish line, icing our wearly legs post race in the Oldman river.
Fond memories are good, but not enough. With a new roadbike in hand and a swimming lesson from Mandy under my belt, I have my sites set on the triathlon. The determination and focus from 2005/2006 have returned and it is good to feel it again. And if yesterday's swim session is any indication, this summer will be as exciting and challenging as the one three years ago -- but for the absence of my friend and brother who, as bouyant as one would think he might be, is apparently afraid of the water.
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