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?