Go Baby, Go...
You ever find yourself walking down the street, in no particular rush and there is someone else a few strides ahead of you and almost unconsciously your own stride starts to speed up. And speed up. And it is as if the other person knows someone is on their heels, so their stride now picks up. Until the unknowing becomes quietly blatant and now you two are in an all out semi-aggressive foot race down the street to absolutely nowhere. Now you find that you are catching up! Headphones in your ears, listening to a tune that you should retire by now, trying to ignore, but giddily succumbing to the fact that your brain is saying, pass this biiiitch! Two strides more and now you are belmont stakes neck to neck with the finish line you already have designated in your mind to be the sixth tree ahead of you with the flyer of a missing Shih-Tzu on it in your sights. Yes! You did it! You are now passed this absolute stranger who has now become the vein of your existence, and at this point they must admit to their soul's ego and ultimately to you that they have lost this subconscious conscious race. You see, in fact, that they slow down almost immediately after being passed as to not arouse your knowledge of what just took place. Mother fucker knows.
Now, maybe this is just my own personal, almost daily experience whilst walking down the street to anywhere NYC, but it reveals a lot. I will not lose. In anything. And even if on one particular day that someone else does get the best of me and passes the sixth tree ahead with the same tattered flyer of Mootsie the Shih-Tzu on it first, in my mind I still won. Today's race was who can take the easiest stride and for once…don't rush.