Neville recalls a childhood obstacle race in Barbados: as small children, he and the other 'little tots' had to crawl under a tarpaulin staked down so tightly that by the time you got through you were exhausted, then crawl through barrels, jump a hurdle, climb a greased pole, and chase a greased pig, with a prize waiting for whoever finished. He offers the memory as a picture of the opposition built into life's larger race, quoting Paul's 'I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race.'