My brother Thurlow and I used to go to the Municipal Swimming Pool to train. The pool was a little over two and a half miles from our house.

Thurlow and I would get street car fare from our mother to get us to and from the pool.

When we would get to the street car stop, we put the cash in our pockets and would wait for the street car to load up.

As soon as it started to move, we would start to run, and kept going for fifteen blocks. We had a pact...If we beat the street car to Sherman Ave. we could walk the next seven blocks to the pool. But, if the street car beat us to Sherman, we had to run all the rest of the way to the pool.

As it turned out, we did a lot of running. The reward... great conditioning and the french fries or milkshakes that we bought with the street car money which was burning a hole in our pockets.

When Thurlow and I were a little older we would pack a lunch, ride our bikes from the city of Hamilton Ontario to Freelton stone quarry - a 12 mile ride each way. In the summer we would leave home in the morning and stay at the quarry all day. We did this two or three times a week.

The quarry was filled with water, we called it Emerald lake. It was surrounded by limestone cliffs. We would play tag, running all over the place, diving off the 25 to 35 ft. cliffs, and racing each other across the lake.

After the day at Emerald lake was over, we headed home. We had never heard of cross training but I think this was CROSS TRAINING.