As a formerly serious runner who still dreams of a comeback, I occasionally do a self-check of the extent to which my old (possibly immature) competitive instincts still burn.
As it turned out, the Manchester Ice skating rink in McCall was the venue for the latest self-check. My latest calibration went as follows:
Was I competition-minded enough to suggest a trip to the rink in the hope of doing a race?
No.
OK, but once at the rink, was I competition-minded enough to propose a race?
Also no.
OK, but once challenged to a race by my 16-year-old son, was I competition-minded enough to accept the challenge?
Yes.
And once caught up in the race, was I competition-minded enough to push hard through the finish line and, as a result, slam my head into the wall?
Also yes.
My Track Record 
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