Good Coaching

So, FB, our triathlon class coach, is giving us the route for our run the other night. "Take Songbird Street to Rich Dead Guy Street to Pink Bird Street and then retrace back." (Names of streets have been changed to protect the innocent . . . okay, actually it's to protect me because I live in a tourist town and I don't want to get sued. It's CYA all the way.) And so, off we go.

As I'm approaching Mohave Lodging Road, I see FB's pickup on the side of the road. Now FB normally drives to the halfway point of our runs and brings beverages for us if we want/need them. However, I know that Mohave Lodging Road is nowhere near the half way point, so I'm surprised to see him. "Water?" FB asks. "No, I'm good," I reply. He nods and then, as I'm running off, as if it's an after thought, he nonchalantly says, "Hey why don't you take a right on Mohave Lodging Road. It just occured to me that right up there (our original route) is where a lot of people get shot." Yes, he did say SHOT.

A coach who is diligent in directing his athletes away from gun play. My kind of guy.