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January 7, 2002
Thinking again about “Chariots of Fire”. It was a British movie that few people saw. But it made me cry. And the same for Kurt. At swim meets we’d (badly) chant and hum the theme music.

We swam faster the days we thought of “Chariots”.

Before the biggest meet of our lives, we went back to the theaters. And we watched it all over again. Athletes striving to achieve the very best. Or then there was the runner, who placed full glasses of champagne on the hurdles. The “better” he practiced, the more booze he chugged. He became my hero.