In elementary school, I was part of track. I wasn't very fast or good, but I tried my darndest because it was something to do and it was a bunch of the physical activity I got. At a trackmeet, I was in a 50 yard dash and I was in the far-right lane. The starter pistol fired, and we were off! The other runners pulled ahead because they were faster but I was still running as fast as I could. The crowd was packed up against the side of the track in a wall. Then, disaster that I still think of 30 years later. As the main wave of runners passed, someone stepped out into the track to get a better view of them. Stepped out in front of me. I skidded to a stop so I wouldn't run into them, defeated, then slouched off in embarrassment. The person who stepped in front of me didn't even notice and I felt so bad about not being fast that I thought I was the offender. Today, I wish I'd braced myself and just smashed right into that goddamn oblivious crowd-member. Just... BOOM. I still wouldn't have won, but I wouldn't be sitting here more than a quarter century later thinking about this little injustice against a kid who wasn't very physical but was trying his goddamndest to get into better shape and turn things around. I quit track that day.