They took to the line. Smiles disappeared to be replaced by looks of concentration. Elbows came out where seconds before tidings of good luck had been murmured between the athletes. // The gun went off. // The only thing that mattered was the eight women on the track and a clock counting upwards - a clock determining who would leave a champion and who would leave just another name to skim by in the race results.
— Kyla Bills (via trinalesins)