Morning Runner Political operative by mid morning. Triathlete by afternoon. Political operative until my eyes close.
This is my life. Or at least, as it was today.
I went out for my run today, went longer than anticipated, and because my town is literally an island at this point, and the only way to enter/exit the town is from the west. I ran west. It was like running on a highway, placed into a pasture. 9.3 miles at 1 hour and 11 minutes. My PR for this distance loop is 1 hour 9 minutes. Not bad for smog and carbon monoxide.
So I go to work, and return back. Now I’m changed into cycling gear, and training for 45 consecutive minutes in the aero position, with my new profile design water bottle. I nearly thought the straw would impale my laranyx, but I managed to utilize it while in aero position. Imagine: not disrupting any aerodynamic drag to hydrate. Genius, I tell you. I was in such delight, I took a picture of the empty road, Route 133 West, which I was flying blissfully upon. Above it can be seen.
I look at my schedule, and begin to fully comprehend through empirical knowledge, the ideas, life, and schedule of a triathlete, I realize that I am accomplishing more in a period of time which I formerly thought was infatuated with dilemmas, concerns, and uncertainty.
The void has been filled.