I ran down the track. My back ached, my chest was tight and my legs hurt and were tired. I was last. I sprinted that little bit fast, but I was still last. Again! I kept trying and trying; but each time I tried again I seemed to get slower. Not a lot slower, only just that it is noticeable.
One of the times I was racing, my teacher timed me. It took me 10 minutes to do 200 metres. It then came to me. I am really, really slow. So that is why I'm always last when we race!