The Race

The race was on.
I had another man for company.
We were to race against another team, all men.
We set off at a punishing pace.
A huge empty church loomed ahead.
We decided to cut through the church.
The other team went round to its right.
The church was in complete darkness. My companion stayed near the door. I raced on down the aisle hoping my way was clear.
I ran and ran, but could not reach the other side of the church. I kept on running and shouted over my shoulder to my companion.
I was stunned when I heard his voice beside me. He was still near the entrance. All my running had got me nowhere.
I could never cross the church.
We had lost.
Can't imagine what the moral might be!