On the walk out to the van, somehow Matt and I started talking about running which led to an argument about who was faster. We decided to settle that shit on the spot with a parking lot footrace! Ready, set...
And I challenged a black guy to a street race! (He overheard Grant and I arguing who'd win in a foot race and when Grant asked him who he thought would win in a race between the two of us he was like "All I know is I'd definitely beat both of you...because I'm black." Hahahah.) I was like "Oh, you think so? LET'S DO THIS!" He got out of his car, we sent someone down the street to signal the start of the race, and I handed my camera over so that the race could be documented! And then...
...he chickened out! Hey, I don't blame him - he had nothing to gain from the race. If he won, everybody would've been like "Yeah, of course you beat the white guy, YOU'RE BLACK!" But if he lost, then it would've been like "Oh no, you're the black guy that got beat in a foot race BY A WHITE DUDE!" So, hey, I'm not saying I don't understand.
