the race is on

I got a glimpse of my selfish (and competitive) heart today when returning something to target. As I was getting the heavy box out of my car, I noticed a lady who had gotten a cart to place an item on that she was returning. Even though she was already walking far in front of me, I thought, "The race is on." I guess my daily fast walking has paid off (or maybe it was the fact she didn't know we were racing), because I beat her by a ton. Only to find that I had to wait behind a lady full of complaints. Well, that is life. I always get in the slow lane.