untitled (#1) (envy? nahhhhh!!!)

Sunday in the city, cool, windless, with the welling of a feeling that time is like the sun's warmth... an ever-present lingering at some place, beyond the shade of museums, oak trees, and grey office buildings with grimy facades. Beyond the incessant rolls of a stoplight'd street, half-filled yet seemingly empty. And yet time is all that we know, how we define what has happened, will happen, or is in the 'plan' of happening... perhaps it is a process... or a race?
Yesterday I spent the day at the AC, did a spin, did a circuit, ran for an hour, and met one of my tri friends at the pool, she had raced a duathlon earlier in the day (and well she was only the first-place woman, about 15th overall) and there she was doing a little swim workout in the afternoon. How does she get the energy? The race was short yes, but still I'd probably have napped, and eaten, and napped again... I'd say she has a touch more grit than I do, perhaps it's metabolic destiny, or just will... and I say this not out of envy or spite but with a genuine feeling of amazement.
Time to focus and time to find that determination... cheers, MIKA