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	<title>Comments on: Overinflated sense of physical prowess?</title>
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		<title>By: grimstar</title>
		<link>http://www.theraceislong.com/2007/06/28/overinflated-sense-of-physical-prowess/comment-page-1/#comment-67</link>
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		<description>I know exactly how you feel.  I recently(2 years ago)  had a race, actually two races.  One was against a shit talking old friend of mind (36 years old) and the other was a young shit talking co-woker/friend (25) years old. I won both races, not by much, and felt great.  Three weeks ago, I had a small bar-b-cue at the casa and my 16 year old, 110 pound, 5&#039;10&quot; nephew starting talking crap about my age (32).  Well I challenged him to a race.  I was humiliated by the ease of which he beat me with that I demanded a re-match only to fall in the second race and hurt my ankle.  My only redemption was the fact that I could bench press almost twice his weight but I was a broken man that day.  I&#039;m not sure who I was kidding but my days of being the Flash are long gone.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I know exactly how you feel.  I recently(2 years ago)  had a race, actually two races.  One was against a shit talking old friend of mind (36 years old) and the other was a young shit talking co-woker/friend (25) years old. I won both races, not by much, and felt great.  Three weeks ago, I had a small bar-b-cue at the casa and my 16 year old, 110 pound, 5&#8217;10&#8243; nephew starting talking crap about my age (32).  Well I challenged him to a race.  I was humiliated by the ease of which he beat me with that I demanded a re-match only to fall in the second race and hurt my ankle.  My only redemption was the fact that I could bench press almost twice his weight but I was a broken man that day.  I&#8217;m not sure who I was kidding but my days of being the Flash are long gone.</p>
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