One sultry summer afternoon, Adam (Master P) picked me up in his beat up Chrysler minvan with bench seats and no A/C. We rolled down to Kure Beach for a triathlon. Our pre-race pasta dinner was punctuated with details of great finish times and achievements of mysterious names:
"Sunny" "Sidd" "Jamey"
Details on the race are sketchy, but my mom has a framed 9x5 photo of me wearing bright red tri shorts, some late model beach shades, and nothing else but a big grin.
Since then I've raced some of the bigger races and talked a bigger game. I started the team with high hopes, and I distinctly remember Adam P. telling me that it was a pipe dream. Made me smile last night as I left our meeting when I looked over my shoulder and saw our new VP 'transacting' some important business.
Though I'm takin' it a little easier this year on the race course, I'm excited about being part of such a top-notch team.