..."A wake up up call of cold air smacked me in the face, as I ventured outside. My adrenalin rushed as I made my way over to the baggage truck. It was still a raw thirty-three degrees farenheit outside. I shivered as I shed some clothes off. Now bare-legged, wearing racing flats, and my singlet on underneath a thin t-shirt, I jogged a bit.... I thought to myself, 'I'll stay with Ella. The road is a sheet of ice. Maybe when we get to Detroit it won't be like this'."
August 1996, Lunch after the Crim Ten Mile Race in Flint Michigan.
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