I was pretty fast when I ran track in 7th grade, but to my disappointment, I could never beat this one girl from a school across town. I was jealous of her long legs. She was fast. Really fast. In the last meet of the year, I was determined to win. And I probably would have if I hadn’t decided to wipe my nose in the middle of the race.
You see, when we came out of the first curve, I was slightly ahead of her. But, my nose started to run. First, let me say, you can’t sniff when running at full speed. All I could think of was getting to the finish line with drizzle running down my face. No way, I thought. So, I reached up and tried to wipe my nose real quick. Bad idea. I broke my stride; she pulled ahead and won.