I used to be a very good long distance runner in my younger days. One evening, a group of us kids was challenged by one of the parents to run to the stop sign 3 miles away around the block, touch it, and back to win a throwing knife. I figured I could win this one easily and put everything I had into it. It was dark by the time I returned a full 20 minutes ahead of everybody else and of course, was accused of not running the full course. I told them I figured that would happen, and that that's why I was now socking footed. I tied my tennis shoes to the top of the stop sign! One of the boy's father was indian and called me Nightwind. The name stuck, and I still have that knife to this day, 40 years later.