Last night, I raced the boys.
They didn't know I was coming.
There they sat, holding the rail, receiving instructions--
as I slinked up to the end of the line, like the whispering leap of a lemur
and made no announcement.
6-lap, point-a-lap.
Every lap, the first to the line earns one point.
ZERO points for second place.
Finishing order on the final lap breaks a tie.
I wait.
I survey.
Lap one..
Hold.
Lap two..
Hold.
Lap three..
Readyyy..
..the boys catch their breath after a furious sprint..
pic-CHEWWW!!!!
I leap.
"HEY!" one announces, startled.
"Who's that?" they think.
Hesitation. Disorganization. Skepticism.
Oops!
ONE LAP. One point.
Now their fatal mistake..
TWO LAPS. Second point.
The race is mine.
Let the finish sprint swarm around me,
I have what I need.
*The photo is (click to see source) from my third place finish in the 6-lap Scratch race. A basic, 6 lap race to the win.
