First up are the youthful challengers – well they did get to the battlefield almost an hour earlier than the more sleep challenged individuals. With the lines set, they lean into their task & their glistening shoulder muscles take up the load. The signal is sent & with a massive display of explosive power they hurtle forward, launching into the abyss. At 6 foot, blue eyed & bloody handsome, the challengers turn & smile at their results. Hardly a sweat has broken & they eagerly take up the strain for the next skirmish.
Only after the last sparrow has fallen out of its nest & just before the local Wimpy begins offering its lunch specials, the heavy weights of experience thunder to the battle lines. Actually, stroll would be a better description as the affects of their first cup of coffee takes considerable time to reach their outer limbs. Their mighty ab’s expand (or should that have read as “expansive abdomens”?) as they take up the strain. On the signal, like a heard of stampeding elephants, they gather momentum & move forward launching into the African sky. They slow down & amble back to the next challenge.
The challengers glance nervously around – clearly it will be rather close as the notion of power being represented by mass and acceleration is represented rather differently on the two sides.
Fortunately technology is on hand & the first comparison reveals,…………
End of Part
One /…..to be continued