Two cyclists launched on a hilly race. one in every of them sprints off, growing the primary hill as fast as he can. the opposite cyclist trigger off at a gentle pace and watches because the other racer disappears over the crest of the primary hill. The slower cyclist carries on, stopping for a coffee and a cake, along the thanks to top up his energy before setting off again with freshly filled water bottles from the café. A short while later he's happily pedaling up the ultimate hill when he sees a coughing, sweating wreck of a cyclist lying by the side of the road just some feet from the goal. "Whatever happened to you?" the slow cyclists asks. Through his wheezing, the faster cyclist explains how he exhausted himself, keeping off too quickly. His water bottles are empty leaving him too thirsty to swallow, his stomach rumbling with hunger. The slow cyclist kindly handed the sweating heap at the roadside a full bottle and a bit of cake from his jersey he had been saving for later and slowly continued on, lungs filled with air, to the finish to gather his first prize.
