The funny thing about time is that it’s subjective. It sometimes feels like an opponent. It sometimes feels like an ally. We attempt to master it and control it, but time keeps on doing what it has always done. This is my time from my half marathon (with .3 miles added for where I started and stopped my app). Whether this is good or bad is completely subjective. It has everything to do with my attitude about it. I can’t have this time back, and yet I totally own it. Time is strange.