this one time, i entered a race with two other guys and a girl. it was a relay race down preston street in ottawa. everyone in the race was given the same type of bike. it looked like this:
if my memory serves me well, each rider rode about a mile and i was my team's anchor leg. i got on my bike right behind the leading team. i quickly passed their rider. then my muscles started to burn. this is common when you work them at a high intensity. it is through training that we can attempt to prolong the period before this 'burning' happens all over your body. however, this may have been the year that i worked at mcdonald's, ate at mcdonald's, and did not do much exercise (thus, shortening the time it took for me to reach this point of heavy lactic acid build-up). by the second and final turnaround all systems were starting to fail and i could feel the guy i'd passed coming back on me. in the final straightaway he passed me. he had been the superior rider, both physically and strategically. i was defeated. and i let down three other people, too. maybe even their families if their families valued this sort of competition quite highly.
but what was the worst part?
the winning team got their weight in ice cream. my family had a fit when they found that out.
i am sorry trevor, matt and that other girl whom we recruited the day of. if you ever want some ice cream i will buy you some. but not your weight in ice cream. i don't have that kind of money and we should all strive to be eating healthier foods, too. just the other day i had two heads of broccoli. before eating the broccoli i didn't feel good at all, but i felt great after i'd consumed the broccoli. i don't think it was a coincidence. i think the broccoli is definitely what made me feel better.
on the other hand, i have also recently succeeded in finishing every box of cookies i've opened within 6 hours of opening it. clearly i still lack proper reasoning skills and i continue to contribute this to the lack of frontal lobe development that adolescent boys display into their early 20's. today i attempt to hurdle this obstacle and make sound decisions that improve my well-being.

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