The race had started, I don't remember much, because that day I feel like God took over my body. God was the real runner. I remember as I passed this girl, I said to her, "good job." He said, “you too.” The best feeling in the world is knowing, when you're competing for that medal, that some girls still appreciate sportsmanship. After the race, people asked me, "how did it go?" I told them, “it was hard, crazy, lots of girls and so much more.” But it was absolutely worth it. Those two weeks of unbearable preparation, studying the best race strategies ever seen, gave the best sensations in the world. As a result, as a team, we placed eighth and individually I placed forty-second out of 159 girls. We were proud of how we ran. At this point, it didn't matter how I ran, what mattered was that God gave us the chance to show my gifts to the world and that's what we did. I was proud of it