- Not the fastest.
- Not the brightest.
- Not the strongest.
- Not the biggest.
- Not the richest.
Just more consistent than most.
That was a musing from my last run as I overtook the guy who sprinted past me in the penultimate leg of my run.
He stopped. I didn’t. I won.
(Yeah, I know he wasn’t racing me. But I was racing him. Still counts.)
Made me think: in life, you don’t necessarily need to be the most-est of anything, but being consistent can get you pretty darn far.
Reminds me of something I wrote a few year ago on (virtual) rally racing. You can win nary a single race, and still win the championship. Brilliant.