Chapter 85

“Wow,” Mike said, “that breeze is cold on my wet shirt.”

“No shit,” I said. “How’re you guys doing, Charles?”

“We’re fine,” he said. “This is a nice, comfortable pace, no problem.”

We got over the hump of the bridge, down the other side, and then to the point at the stadium where the finish line was located. We said good-bye to Crystal and cooled off as we walked to the car, sipping our bottles of water. We’d brought towels with us and used them to good effect. We’d also brought changes of clothes with us, as we planned to use the facilities at the Y.

“Okay, men,” Mike said. “Let’s go to the Y for some steam and a shower, and then we’ll go have a real breakfast. We’ve certainly earned it.”

It wasn’t necessary to arrange guest passes for Charles and Philip, as their membership cards from the Atlanta Y were readily accepted. We went straight to the showers and from there to the steam room. For once, there was nobody else in the room.