When I was in high school, I was a competitive long distance runner. I qualified for the state meet at the end of the year at the 10,000 meter distance. There was a guy from a rival school that was a total cock. He was a strong runner and let everyone know that he thought he was the best. Everyone hated his guts because he was such a self-rightous asshole. Right before the race, he told everyone lined up that he intended to lap the field (finish at least one 1/4 mile lap ahead of everyone). The race was run on a quarter mile track, so it didn't take long for runners to get very spread out which made it difficult for the crowd to determine where runners were in the race. I ran my race as best as I could but quickly fell behind the cock from the other school. He lapped me just as he began his bell lap (his last lap of the race when he had just 1/4 mile to go). At that point, I had two laps until I finished (1/2 mile to go). I decided that I wasn't going to let this douche lap me so I started running hard. At that point, the crowd noticed the two of us running hard and thougt that we were both on our bell lap. The whole crowd started to go absolutely crazy, thinking that we were in a dead heat, racing for the state championship. I passed him, then he passed me back, as we were coming to the last 100 meters, I started sprinting all out and finally passed him to take what the crowd thought was the lead, the crowd was screaming and yelling and as I came to the start/finish line, I raised my arms triumphantly over my heads like I had won the race. I totally stole the asshole's thunder, everyone thought that I had won the race, I actually finished the race in my worst time of the season after I completed a "cool down" lap. My coach was pissed but I didn't care. I skipped the award ceremony. I've never felt bad about the way I won the race. Screw that guy.