he's back I'll introduce you."
A large bunch of new cyclists drew into the stop so Phil and Rolley got up to fetch their bikes and move on. The stops can get very crowded when the weather is nice and all of the budding road racers surge like large waves down the road.
Just before they pushed off, as they sat on their saddles with one leg on the ground for support, pulling on their gloves, Rolley decided to push his luck.
"Do you have Jemard's number? I'd like to give him a call."
"Why?" Phil asked and frowned.
"I have sponsors looking for a good prospect for the next Olympics."
"Really."
"Yes if they sign him I'll get a finder's fee," Rolley said.
"Okay I'll see what I can do."
"One of the other guys was saying Jemard is testing a new supplement to improve his finish. A natural one that wouldn't fail drug testing."
"Did he?" Phil sounded defensive.
"You know I've never beaten Ray in a road race. I would give anything to get an edge. One chance to breeze past my brother at the finish."
"It's true the guys in Sports Biology have a new product that's going to revolutionise sports supplements for all athletes. Jemard is racing up and down mountains in Europe testing it out. First looks are very good," Phil said.
"Is it available?"
"Only for people on the test regime. Trials have to be monitored and quantified. Before and after so improvement can be measured."
"I'd really love to beat my brother and there's a regional road race coming up."
"You're asking a lot Rolley. The stuff isn't cheap."
"If I beat the hell out of my brother just once it will be worth whatever it cost."
"This product is about to go on the market with a big launch event so at the moment it's a mega secret."
"Understood. I'm not going to tell anybody how I beat my brother."
"Okay, I suppose it won't do any harm for you to get a heads up. See me in the changing room when we get back," Phil said as he pushed off.
15
Department of Sports Biology
Two weeks into the semester and the October weather was becoming colder and wetter. Gavin Shawlens finally felt he knew his way around the attractive out-of-town campus in Waterlooville, Hampshire. Gavin and Zoe had settled into their flat and the domestic arrangements were working well.
As a treat she had taken him to a live London National Theatre performance of 'Coriolanus' in Portsmouth. In fact she had taken him to the cinema in Portsmouth to watch a live screening broadcast of Shakespeare's scorching tragedy of political manipulation and revenge. It was the first time he'd been to the theatre in the cinema and he was pleasantly surprised by the experience. She felt afterwards that he had 'warmed-up' a little more.
Gavin had given Zoe a crash course on how to look convincing as research technician Christine Willsening. She thought it would be more difficult but research lab K416 was isolated from the main research building so contact with other technicians was limited. For much of each day she was in the lab on her own if Gavin Shawlens was elsewhere on campus. Sometimes to reduce the boredom she would find out where he was and go looking for him.
Gavin Shawlens paused for a moment, checked his watch, 3.01 p.m., before he entered seminar room C233. In the room a group of senior students sounded as if they were having an argument. He had never met them before and wondered what they would be like.
He strode confidently into the seminar room and the noise level dropped to a whisper. He scanned the faces sat around the table. It was a small room with one large window, a conference table and seating for eight. It was bright and well suited for small group tutorial meetings.
"Am I in the right room here for the sports biology final year tutorial group E?" Gavin asked.
"Yes," said the student nearest to him.
"Hi everyone I'm Dr Gavin Shawlens. I'm a visiting lecturer from the University of Kinmalcolm," he said as he sat down.
None of them looked interested or impressed enough to say
A large bunch of new cyclists drew into the stop so Phil and Rolley got up to fetch their bikes and move on. The stops can get very crowded when the weather is nice and all of the budding road racers surge like large waves down the road.
Just before they pushed off, as they sat on their saddles with one leg on the ground for support, pulling on their gloves, Rolley decided to push his luck.
"Do you have Jemard's number? I'd like to give him a call."
"Why?" Phil asked and frowned.
"I have sponsors looking for a good prospect for the next Olympics."
"Really."
"Yes if they sign him I'll get a finder's fee," Rolley said.
"Okay I'll see what I can do."
"One of the other guys was saying Jemard is testing a new supplement to improve his finish. A natural one that wouldn't fail drug testing."
"Did he?" Phil sounded defensive.
"You know I've never beaten Ray in a road race. I would give anything to get an edge. One chance to breeze past my brother at the finish."
"It's true the guys in Sports Biology have a new product that's going to revolutionise sports supplements for all athletes. Jemard is racing up and down mountains in Europe testing it out. First looks are very good," Phil said.
"Is it available?"
"Only for people on the test regime. Trials have to be monitored and quantified. Before and after so improvement can be measured."
"I'd really love to beat my brother and there's a regional road race coming up."
"You're asking a lot Rolley. The stuff isn't cheap."
"If I beat the hell out of my brother just once it will be worth whatever it cost."
"This product is about to go on the market with a big launch event so at the moment it's a mega secret."
"Understood. I'm not going to tell anybody how I beat my brother."
"Okay, I suppose it won't do any harm for you to get a heads up. See me in the changing room when we get back," Phil said as he pushed off.
15
Department of Sports Biology
Two weeks into the semester and the October weather was becoming colder and wetter. Gavin Shawlens finally felt he knew his way around the attractive out-of-town campus in Waterlooville, Hampshire. Gavin and Zoe had settled into their flat and the domestic arrangements were working well.
As a treat she had taken him to a live London National Theatre performance of 'Coriolanus' in Portsmouth. In fact she had taken him to the cinema in Portsmouth to watch a live screening broadcast of Shakespeare's scorching tragedy of political manipulation and revenge. It was the first time he'd been to the theatre in the cinema and he was pleasantly surprised by the experience. She felt afterwards that he had 'warmed-up' a little more.
Gavin had given Zoe a crash course on how to look convincing as research technician Christine Willsening. She thought it would be more difficult but research lab K416 was isolated from the main research building so contact with other technicians was limited. For much of each day she was in the lab on her own if Gavin Shawlens was elsewhere on campus. Sometimes to reduce the boredom she would find out where he was and go looking for him.
Gavin Shawlens paused for a moment, checked his watch, 3.01 p.m., before he entered seminar room C233. In the room a group of senior students sounded as if they were having an argument. He had never met them before and wondered what they would be like.
He strode confidently into the seminar room and the noise level dropped to a whisper. He scanned the faces sat around the table. It was a small room with one large window, a conference table and seating for eight. It was bright and well suited for small group tutorial meetings.
"Am I in the right room here for the sports biology final year tutorial group E?" Gavin asked.
"Yes," said the student nearest to him.
"Hi everyone I'm Dr Gavin Shawlens. I'm a visiting lecturer from the University of Kinmalcolm," he said as he sat down.
None of them looked interested or impressed enough to say
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