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Below me on the track I see a line of men, knees bent, hands on the ground, toes dug in, strained and tense, waiting for the starting gun, the crack of which will launch them on a grueling grinding competitive race for the finish line, where there can be only one winner. If any falter and fall, if any slip or hesitate, he is lost because no one will pause to help him back in the race. To those left it means there is one less in the race to stay.