Direct competition is easy to understand. I was thinking about how it is to toy with an opponent when you know you have total advantage. You race beside them knowing you can hit that extra gear with a flick of the mental switch. What I had never seen before was the flip side of that. At the gym parking lot, I’m looking at a person reading the paper and juggling 12 fuji apples while sprinting beside me. Certainly, I wasn’t clicking my best stride but even more certainly, I had an extra 20 years of wear and tear.
Now I’m more than a bit cranky. I had never had a legal time that declared me the world record holder at XXX meters and it’s looking a little bit more likely that I’ll miss out on that personal best. So what do you do when your knees retired 8 years ago but you still have the desire to hit the court?
Off the court, the playing field has never been level. In 1999 I looked at the ceiling in my office and saw that the glass had been replaced with titanium back in ’89. Recognizing the rules doesn’t it make it easier to circumvent them. It just makes you more aware and on some days frustrates you further. But the competitive drive remains. I want to crush the enemy and hear the lamentations of their women. However, I don’t have a hair department and Conan the Barbarian was just a movie, you know? Back to the salt mines until I have Thulsa Doom’s head on a pike.