A couple of years ago I was running a race. During the last 1k of the run, I had a man running alongside me.
He looked at me. I looked at him. He then shouted “YES! YOU CAN BEAST IT! LETS DO THIS!”
Was this aimed at me? There was no one else there. It must have been me – but I decided not to “beast it”. He didn’t run any faster either.
He looked at me…again. I looked at him…again. He then shouted “YOU’RE FLYING NOW! LETS FINISH THIS OFF!”
Seriously! Was he aiming this at me? But I choice not to “finish this off” and neither did he.
We could now see the finish line. He looked at me. I looked at him. He then shouted “ARGGHHHHH!” and changed his running style to the most over the top show-y off-y style I’ve eve seen. Arms and legs flailing everywhere. He was either running or having an epileptic fit.
As he crossed the finish line he shouted “YOU! ARE! A! WINNER!”
I crossed the finish line and though to myself “YOU! ARE! A! WANKER!”
This weekend I’m running my first race of the year. I’ll do it quietly and without fuss. I may quietly mutter to myself well done if I do it in less than an hour 🙂