As she stepped onto the blocks, the opening synthesized notes of began to swell over the loudspeakers. Whitney’s voice, initially a soft, steady invitation, mirrored the heartbeat thumping in Elena's ears.
For four years, her life had been a metronome of early morning alarms and the smell of chlorine and sweat. She had lived in the "almosts"—the silver medals, the second-tier headlines, the quiet "good jobs" from coaches who knew she had more. Whitney Houston - One Moment In Time (Lyrics)
The stadium was a sea of shimmering phone lights, but for Elena, the world had narrowed down to the three meters of scorched earth between her and the finish line. As she stepped onto the blocks, the opening
