Look Back And You Lose!

I didn’t run many races when I was a kid. I was too fat for that. In fact, if I ever actually participated with the skinny folk, there was no doubt l would lose. That is, unless I was racing my friend Darrell. He was a bit chunky in the midsection, and had an affinity for Doritos and Dr. Pepper, like myself. So, from time to time, when all of our skinny friends went home, or were busy, we would occasionally, for kicks, race each other. It was the only time I stood a chance. Not much of one, mind you, but a chance nonetheless. The odds were good enough that I wouldn’t hesitate to try and beat him. Needless to say, our races were short. I mean, we weren’t going to casually bust out a 440m sprint. We would do well to run 40 yards. However, they were intense…