There were only a few of us there, especially that early. Watching the ocean helped distract, and prepare me. If I thought about the workout too much, I'd get sweaty palms on the way to the gym and couldn't grip the steering wheel. I'd purposely drive by the ocean to watch the waves smash powerfully against the rocks. ![]() As I pulled out of the garage the throaty rumble of the powerful engine would blend into my psyche and become part of my preparation as I drove. So I'd put on my shoes, grab my gear and drive from Malibu to Venice in my 1960 Corvette.
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