The loneliest people are the kindest.
The saddest people smile the brightest.
The most damaged people are the wisest.
All because they do not wish to see anyone else suffer the way they do.
"Who does Sarah play tonight?" Abby Steiner asks as I look at the 200 Meter final start list.
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Tonight is my final solo race of the World Championships and it's my chance to win my fourth medal and potentially my fourth gold medal.
"Angel City plays Philadelphia FC." I say as we wait to get called out.
I don't mind talking to teammates before races, but I don't talk to anyone else which is why I don't talk to Kiyana and Yasmijn right before we race here.
"Are they gonna win?" Gabby asks.
"They should." I say. "Philly's not that good."
"Sweet." Gabby says.
"Two more days and you get to see her." Abby says.
"I can't fucking wait." I say.
I haven't slept well since I've been away from Sarah.
Sarah doesnt live with me, but I guess my body knows that she's sleeping in the same city as me so I sleep well in LA, but everywhere else I sleep like ass.
The only way I get a decent nights sleep is if I snuggle with Isobel, Kiyana, Yasmijn, or Sansa.
"I also can't wait to gorge on a pizza." I say then I hear the first runner get introduced so I wait my turn.
Once it's my turn, I walk out of the prep area and head onto the track.
When I get onto the track, I head to lane 5, adjust the starting blocks to my liking then I stand in my lane and relax as we're introduced again for TV.
"Runners take your mark." The starter dude says so I let out a deep breath then get down in my starting position and position my feet in the blocks.
Once I'm comfortable, I kneel on the track relax and wait.
"Get set." The starter dude says so I put my hands down on the track then I raise up into my starting stance and wait.
2 seconds later the starting gun goes off so I fire out of the blocks then run along the curve of the first hundred meters.
Once I get off the curve I sprint towards the finish line and the whole time I see Yasmijn and Kiyana in my peripheral
Right before I cross the finish line, I stick my neck forward to get closer to the line.
After I cross the finish line I slow to a stop then I relax and catch my breath.
"Photo finish." Yasmijn says.
"Good." I say then I wrap my arms around my favorite dutch woman. "More time for snuggles."
