Somebody stopped me by the fountain last week
and asked where the twenty-kilo plates were kept.

I told them, and added the thing about the second rack being nearer,
and had walked six steps before it landed:
that is the question I did four laps to avoid asking, in January.

I did not become brave. I became a person who knows where the plates are,
which is the only qualification that question ever needed.

The Book of the Wanderer — Return 30:1