Every morning as I am coming to lap myself during my jog, I often bump into this old man (say around 85) with his wife who are walking along the same trail.
There is a catch though, the old man is infirm, walks with a walker and is really slow. He can hardly stand straight. He probably takes 10 steps every minute or so.
I don't know why, but everyday I feel very poignant as I lap him. I have often considered slowing down or taking a detour to somehow make him win. I really really want him to take the flag.
He is in my team, and (un)like formula 1, team orders are still in fashion. Someday all I want, is for him to be recognised for what he already is...a true world champion !!
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