I’m not usually a competitive person. In junior high I ran cross country. During one race I had been running next to a girl the whole time. At the end of the race she had obviously had it: her face was sweaty, her cheeks were red and she was huffing and puffing like a steam engine. I decided that because she had worked so hard she deserved to come in before me. So, I let her beat me to the finish. Let’s just say I enjoyed the social aspect of the sport more than the actual sport itself. :)
This week, J and I signed up for a 5 mile race in Central Park, NYC. We’ll be visiting this summer and I thought why not tour Central Park in less than an hour. If you haven’t been to Central Park before, it’s a definite MUST SEE of the whole NYC experience! Wouldn’t you say?
I would have to say J isn’t overly competitive either. (Luck will be needed for our kids someday if they ever try out for a sport!) That is until I threw out the challenge of using the 5 mile run as a race (that his wife will win) instead of a fun run. We’re realizing how a little competitive edge can bring out the trash talk in the best of us. I hope this is how I look crossing the finish line without him: happy and victorious. :)
But just between you and I, I may let him beat me to the finish. We can all use a win sometimes.