You can't win the human race unless someone else loses

I had a friend running a 10k last weekend called The Human Race.

First of all, this is the best name for a race ever. Second, The Human Race should be treated as a metaphor for life.

Via text:

Me: Go speed racer!
Him: It doesn’t start until 6 p.m., but thanks.
Me: Don’t let that stop you! You don’t wait for them to tell you when the human race starts. Life is won by those who make their own start times.
Him: You’re right. I might win if I start now.
Me: That’s the spirit!
Him: Cheating gets you ahead.
Me: That’s right. But just like life, somehow Donald Trump and a bunch of models are going to win.
Him: The finish line is gonna be pretty depressing if this is a metaphor.
Me: There are two finish lines: Victory and death.
Him: That’s a good tagline for a movie.
Me: Yes, for our upcoming rapper-turned-inner-city-teacher movie.
Him: Haha
Me: So much more inspiring than the sequel about an inter-city teacher who just has a bitch of a commute.