7 August 2012
Hearing the roar of the crowd.
Hearing them chant your name.
Yourself anxious, ready for what awaits you for the moment.
You close you eyes and go.
Feeling victory.
Having the medal on your neck.
Having a smile on your face, crying a little of happiness, and turning towards the applauding crowd.
Feeling like nothing could stop you.
Olympics • Opuss № I