 You will know that when Wade Abello has finished shaking the flaky crumbs from his croissant out of his napkin and onto his plate in the dining room of the Hotel Mercure and pushed his chair back and walked outside and begun to make his lumbering, slow-footed way along the boardwalk carrying what looks like his lunch in a paper bag, you will know that when he sees what's happening, he will break at once into a thunderous sprint of astonishing power and velocity.