My time in the super four mile race: 28.36
I did not win.
I did, however, beat the girl who tried to pass me in the last 100 m or so.
Mostly I did this because my parents were watching and I saw my Dad with his arm in the air and I thought, “Dude, this is my opportunity to beat someone and have a witness who will happily bring it up many times in the future and might even tell strangers about it.”
Afterwards I felt bad and went to apologize for being a competitive freak and for laying into a dead sprint that almost mowed down a man who had passed both of us a few moments before. Maybe I should really have been apologizing to him, since we then passed him on both sides and if it had been a cartoon he would have spun really fast like the Tasmanian Devil.
Anyway, I felt less bad because she was really nice and said I beat her fair and square. And she was cute and wearing a little baseball cap and I decided we could be friends.
Then, I noticed she had a husband who was pushing a stroller, which means she has a small child, which means she was at some point pregnant, which means that a woman who has been pregnant in the last five years almost beat me, which means that I need to run faster.