Oh, the loneliness of being the one with the drive and the skills and the muscle to be way out front in a race.

I don’t like loneliness, so that’s why I hang back in races.  Way, way back.  Like, the last place.  It’s friendlier there.  Any spectators that are left by the time I pass?  Very encouraging things to say. “don’t give up!” and “You can do it!”  and “You ain’t dead yet! Keep goin’!”     Plus, you’re going slow enough to have a little conversation.  That guy way out front?  He didn’t have time to hear anything anyone said to him as he went by.  It was all just a roaring blur of adulation and thrill.