the great leslie

Not long ago, it seemed like the Lobsterman was so far away. But the summer days and nights have fled (surprise, surprise) and the triathlon is SO soon. Yesterday I biked 12 miles, then ran 2.5. The day before I wiggled into my wet suit (which I hadn't worn since I swam the Hudson in the NYC triathlon last year) and swam at Kettle Cove.

Today I plan to do all three. But sometimes time gets the better of me, and it just doesn't work out. It's my last full day in Portland and I have people to see, beers to drink. It's tough to be in training during the last days of summer. Then again, the air is perfect, the heron follows me on all my runs, and the sea grasses are just green, just amber, just golden enough...