The man in the tie was watching me. The sun was setting over the polo fields. I rode round and round the bike track training for the 10K. I didn’t notice him the first few laps. I was too busy getting my cadence right, checking my speed, counting heartbeats. Then I realized that he was there, had been there when all along, watching me. I had the track to myself. There was no one else in the stands. The next lap he was gone. Maybe he got bored watching me go in circles. I did the last three laps alone.