Ha, very funny. How tall did that guy seem? What hair color too?
You don't know because I remember the events of what I felt afterwards that guy out kicked me.
I felt distraught and finally disillusioned. I really feel like he decided to race me because I looked fast. Yes, I said "looked fast." That's why I mentioned the Soffe split shorts and compression gear. It makes me look like a serious athlete.
Anyways, when I couldn't keep up with him, I was thinking to myself:
"Should I reveal my kick?" I was also grasping my phone in my right hand, and the iPhone armband - I never wrap it around my arm, I grip it tightly - it's very old so my iPhone might slip off into the Charles River.
I let him go. Rather, he decided I was no longer and threat so he just took off. But I remember looking at the ramp for runners when I initially crossed the bridge. I didn't see him there. There was about 10 seconds when I was slowly gaining speed, (think, just like how a sprinter reaches max velocity at 30 meter mark) and then HE APPEARED from behind.
I watched him run away from me. He didn't look back and HE DIDN'T HAVE EARPHONES/MUSIC. He knew what he was doing. I had music though.
I remember then seeing an old couple in front of me about 40 meters away, and then there was a girl in a dull blouse about 60 meters away. I finally decided to do my kick to try to reach him, but I felt so demoralized I only ran halfway to the bridge.
I didn't see anyone else in front of me.