On Friday night, I went out for a nice short run. As I was going up the first hill, I got
passed by someone else who was out for a run.
I said to myself, no way, you cannot let someone pass you. I kept a good pace behind him never letting him
gain too ahead of me. I finally passed
him near the top of the first hill. He
caught back up and pulled ahead on the flat part.
I decided to go for it.
I sped up and passed him for good.
I swear I heard him laugh as I was pulling away. I looked back twice and saw he was still
behind me. When I got to the next
intersection, I turned around and faced my nemesis. I waved to him and he just ignored me. Oh well, I had some extra fun with my run
this night.
Have you ever raced someone who did not know you were
racing?
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