This was the moment we were waiting for, the one that was threatening to pass us by before we had the chance to take it. Sometimes there are things that we have to make up as we go along, and sometimes we recognize that things are falling to pieces and so we just grab whatever we can hold. There will be time later on to decipher whether or not these were the important things or not. It’s a short time between this patch of ground and the next, and if you happen to love adventure, so be it, and if you happen to love dogs, well, then there might be something more interesting to talk about.

These are the given circumstances, all the necessary preconditions that had to be put into place before we could wake up in our own New York City hotel room where time was ours for just a little while longer. It wasn’t that there were a handful of pre-determined things ahead of us, just one large one, a race that might last for a century in the memory of the locals if we planned it right. It could make history for the whole dog racing community , both in New York and the rest of the world.

We had things tied up and tied together and our timing was more right than ever, and this was the golden opportunity of a lifetime. We had the plan for the racing dogs , never really understanding the depth of their sacrifice. Our dog had been specially trained to run on hind legs, and also liked to ding the bell on the bicycle all by itself. This was going to be the best triathlon in history, and all we had to do was hold our breath. It was going to be a long night.

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