I don’t know why I felt like I needed to rush, but I had to fight the urge to run to my bike. What would it matter if Kelley got there first? It wouldn’t. It absolutely didn’t. And I had no doubt that he would get there first.

I’m not sure if he could actually transport, but if he couldn’t he came damn close. He could simply be that fast. I forced myself to take my time, though it was hard. Everything in me wanted to race. I’m sure he knew that. I wasn’t an overly ...