A contest

Oh man I'm psyched. Tonight after hockey (we won by forfeit, but we still would have won), I was talking to my tall buddy about how fast we were on skates, and it got to us thinking we were faster than the other... now our skating strides are completely different as he has a super long stride compared to mine while I have an extremely quick start. The contest is end-to-end. He initially said he would lay me 10 to 1 that he could beat me. I offered to buy him a 12-pack to a bottle of Tanqueray, about a 2.5-1 lay, and he accepted. Maybe I don't realize something here (i.e. I'm not as fast as I think I am), but it will be fun. And I will be training for this. I don't like to lose... if I do happen to lose, it will all be in fun and I won't hold any sort of grudge or anything. But if I win... my friend will never, ever, hear the end of it. I can't wait. And training starts tomorrow.