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When I was in grade school, there was a boy who everyone thought was the 'fastest boy in school.' He won every race on the playground and in our annual 'Field Day' competitions.
Channing. The name still riles me up.
From kindergarten on, I refused to challenge him. I had to prepare for a penultimate battle instead.
I used to do sprints in thunderstorms, hoping that some supernatural force would imbue me with the characteristics of lightning. I used to listen to 'The Final Countdown' and Bonnie Tyler's 'I Need A Hero' as I trained.
In Second Grade, the showdown presented itself on the blacktop. Our teacher had praised his speed so effusively - and being highly competitive - I just couldn't stand the jealousy any more.
We raced. It was neck and neck until the very end.
At the finish line, I dove. Or tripped. I landed on the blacktop and gravel embedded itself in my knee.
There's still a piece of gravel and scar on my knee, but I won the race. :)
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Channing. The name still riles me up.
From kindergarten on, I refused to challenge him. I had to prepare for a penultimate battle instead.
I used to do sprints in thunderstorms, hoping that some supernatural force would imbue me with the characteristics of lightning. I used to listen to 'The Final Countdown' and Bonnie Tyler's 'I Need A Hero' as I trained.
In Second Grade, the showdown presented itself on the blacktop. Our teacher had praised his speed so effusively - and being highly competitive - I just couldn't stand the jealousy any more.
We raced. It was neck and neck until the very end.
At the finish line, I dove. Or tripped. I landed on the blacktop and gravel embedded itself in my knee.
There's still a piece of gravel and scar on my knee, but I won the race. :)
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awesome.