These are the feelings you get after losing a race.
It started out as a non competing phenomenon. But ended as a race.
I got a great start.
I knew I would win.
But I was lagging behind. It was not working out the way I expected.
(On a side note, this race was for who gets their bag filled fast with blood. Own blood. No, I haven’t lost it, yet. It was a blood drive. My friend and I decided to donate and turned it into a race. She won! Urghh..Next time, I will get you!!.)