Seriously man, how did the tortoise win the race?

My dog, Doogie Bowser, and I run at the same park everyday.  It is our park based solely on the fact that Doogie has marked every inch of it, top to bottom.  There is also a freakishly fast guy who trains in the same park.  I have never asked what his mile time is, partly because I don’t want to know.  The speed with which he laps me is kind of discouraging.  Today he was doing speed intervals and really flying.  You had to be there to see it.  Usually Doogie chases after people who pass her until she regains the lead, but she didn’t even try with him.  After our run, Doogie and I saw him next to his car and I asked, “Do you run for school or something?”  He said, “No, I’m a professional runner.”  Initially, I was impressed.  A professional runner trains on the same running path as me!  Then, as I was driving home I got a little jealous.  Okay, a lot jealous.  I started thinking: (read these statements in a childish, mocking tone) Oh, look at me.  I’m a professional runner.  I’m awesome and everybody else is so slow and fat.  I know, I know.  He didn’t say any of that.  He didn’t even imply it.  But, I have speed envy.  Then again, the tortoise wins the race, right?  Maybe I will stick with slow and steady.  In reality, it might not win the race, but it definitely finishes it.  And that is good enough for me.