I just had a flashback.
When I was in primary school, we had this cross country race with other schools in the area. The pace was full on, and a friend and I decided we’d walk. It was all bush, no one could see us and the teachers started to worry, we were taking so long.
By the time we appeared from the bush onto the home straight, my friend started jogging ahead of me, so I jogged past him, no one wanted to finish last. Then the sprint was on for second last place. As we reach the finish line everyone was cheering us on, pumped up by the cheering we ran faster and faster. I started falling behind and hurting, so I stopped running and walked over the line in last place.
People seemed angry at me, why did you give up so close to the line, they were saying. Our teacher caught up to us, she was furious, where were you, she said. You took so long, everyone thought you were the leaders of the race that started after you, that’s why they were cheering.
Happy Days.
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