The last thing I want my child to see is Dad running around in the middle of the pack. That would really upset me. And that would upset him. I would be embarrassed to take him to school with kids saying 'Hey how'd your dad do this weekend?' 'Well he finished fifth or sixth'.
Ah Hope! what would life be stripped of thy encouraging smiles that teach us to look behind the dark clouds of today for the golden beams that are to gild the morrow.
