A poet can survive anything but a misprint. And I caught one. Thanks for understanding.
Okay, I’ve studied the statistics from the two different duathlons I’ve done and have arrived at the conclusion that I’m just too happy in the transition department.
I mean, more than five whole minutes were spent in last weekend’s Galena Duathlon. That’s a big chunk of time. My competitors spent less than half that on average.
It has led me to believe that there are some deep down psychological issues going on with this whole transition thing. Maybe the word “transition” has me psyched out somehow. It sounds so much like something a counselor would use when you’re facing life’s biggest challenges. You know: “Relax: you’re just going through a transition.”
Well, a transition is not quite the same as a religious conversion or one of those wholesale change of life things where you buy a Corvette and get a hair transplant. Which I have not done. Nor will ever…
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