The weather was perfect, the course was a mix of paved roads, bike paths and dirt trails. Though there were only about 50 competitors, I knew that I could push myself to a new best. The race started and a local favorite took off like lightning. He had plenty of support as he charged out of the gates at a seemingly ridiculous pace. I thought to myself, "Well, if this guy can hold that pace then good for him, but I'm running my race. When the mile came, we were should to shoulder at My target was , so I was happy and I felt pretty fresh. He, on the other hand, began to sputter but did his best to hang with me for another half mile.
" I blushed fiercely. "Sorry about the view," I mumbled. "Oh no, don't apologize for that at all. You're just so SMOOTH there.