Chris Swan

OK, you've caught me. I couldn't help it. The fame. The glory. The
screaming crowds. The free plastic medal, with its golden shimmer of
accomplishment. Nothing could replace it. It started 20 yrs ago, when I
started getting a little taller than some of the other kids, I said to
myself "If I keep this up, ill be the fastest one here in no time". I tried
to stop, once, about a year ago. But nothing beat that feeling of rolling
up to the pub with my carbon fiber training wheels, watching the bar tender
raise his impressed eyebrows as I asked for my warm milk, and the look of
amazement at my mad kiddie kilo skills the Ladys gave me as I relayed my
epic battles to victory on the ferocious kiddie kilo courses. I had to
return to it, and so I did the very next week after my failed attempt at
quitting. I feel that now since I have come straight with the world on my
addiction to kiddie kilo sandbagging I can recover. Thanks for listening to
my story.

Chris