Some years ago, one of America’s greatest distance runners was Gil Dodds, famed as the Flying Parson. He was an ordained minister. One afternoon, after winning a record-smashing mile race against a highly touted runner, the “Flying Parson” was buttonholed by an inquisitive reporter who pressed him for an inside story on his victory.
“The Lord ran with me today,” explained Gill Dodds modestly. The reporter then turned to the beaten runner, and asked: “And what happened to you? How do you explain your defeat?”
“It’s very simple,” snapped the badly beaten runner in disgust. “I had to run alone.”