The air is electric at the famous Drake Relays. As a kid I would look forward to that magical week in April when the fastest in the world would make thier way to DSM to woo runner wannabees like myself. Especially vivid is the year I was volunteering at the relays and I met my first Russian. Still in the midst of the cold war this was a huge deal at the time and of course sport was the hammer that brought the barrier down. Ah I can smell the relays now, I must get back one of these years.