To be a living being is to live with regret. Those who say they regret nothing are liars or fools. Accept your regret the way you accept your mistakes. Then move on.
The following is not a dramatization of my race today and how it went.
I was racing down the last couple hundred meters of the race. Eric was somewhere behind me. We had an epic battle, one surging forward, then the other. Finally, I threw him off at the last hill. I blew past some Las Lomas guy on the way up, and thats when I saw him. Tobin Bolter. Running with a Northgate guy. I resolved in that second that he, of all people, would not be allowed to beat me. I caught up to him, and started drafting behind him, saving up for the ace I had up my sleeve. Something he didn't know about.
We lost the Northgate guy, and were quickly coming up on another one. I waited for Tobin to make his move. We were rapidly approaching the last hundred meters. Finally, he makes his move. He elbows me and tries to box me in behind the Northgate guy. I avoid it and manage to cut in front of him so that me and the Northgate guy are blocking him off. I can hear Tobin moving to pass me on the left. Now we are at the turn, and just after the turn is the finish line. I quickly cut him off and pull my ace out: my kick. It's fast. Probably too fast. But that's not stopping me, because what do I see as I round that corner? A Las Lomas runner. Celebrating. I knew in that instant, he is another one that I would not allow to beat me. I can hear the crowd screaming at him to run. I can see him turn around, see the fear in his eyes as he sees me booking it down that last stretch. He turns around and starts racing up the last stretch. But it's too late. Far too late. I get around him with room to spare.
Soooo. What'd we learn?
That you don't celebrate until AFTER the race is done. :)
EDIT: I am by no means a faster runner than Tobin now. He has an amazing God-given talent and he has a bright running career ahead of him. And I guess we're kinda friends now. Kinda.
The following is not a dramatization of my race today and how it went.
I was racing down the last couple hundred meters of the race. Eric was somewhere behind me. We had an epic battle, one surging forward, then the other. Finally, I threw him off at the last hill. I blew past some Las Lomas guy on the way up, and thats when I saw him. Tobin Bolter. Running with a Northgate guy. I resolved in that second that he, of all people, would not be allowed to beat me. I caught up to him, and started drafting behind him, saving up for the ace I had up my sleeve. Something he didn't know about.
We lost the Northgate guy, and were quickly coming up on another one. I waited for Tobin to make his move. We were rapidly approaching the last hundred meters. Finally, he makes his move. He elbows me and tries to box me in behind the Northgate guy. I avoid it and manage to cut in front of him so that me and the Northgate guy are blocking him off. I can hear Tobin moving to pass me on the left. Now we are at the turn, and just after the turn is the finish line. I quickly cut him off and pull my ace out: my kick. It's fast. Probably too fast. But that's not stopping me, because what do I see as I round that corner? A Las Lomas runner. Celebrating. I knew in that instant, he is another one that I would not allow to beat me. I can hear the crowd screaming at him to run. I can see him turn around, see the fear in his eyes as he sees me booking it down that last stretch. He turns around and starts racing up the last stretch. But it's too late. Far too late. I get around him with room to spare.
Soooo. What'd we learn?
That you don't celebrate until AFTER the race is done. :)
EDIT: I am by no means a faster runner than Tobin now. He has an amazing God-given talent and he has a bright running career ahead of him. And I guess we're kinda friends now. Kinda.
