Now it's story time with pictures to display how I felt!
Nephew and his friend were over while I was doing my weightlifting.
Nephew: I bet you can't beat us in a race, we're the fastest in our class. You're just an old man
Me: old.. man..?
Nephew: Yup. You can't keep up with us. Old people can't run.
Me: Who are you calling old you little runt!
Me: Fine, we'll race around the neighborhood. Half mile. Stay on the road, no shortcuts.
The race is set the green flag drops!
I keep in pace with them, slightly pull ahead... then they cut across a yard to the road infront.
Me: You little cheaters!
I catch up to them and they cut across another yard.
Me: You won't beat me so easily!
I sprint onto the last road and pass them with a couple yards to spare across the finish line.
Nephew and his friend who are gasping for air: Man that's not fair you have longer legs...
Me: Look at that you cheated and still got beat by an old man.
Nephew: We'll beat you lets go again right now!
Me: You can barely stand after that. Come back some other time for a rematch.