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The sound of the crowd's cheers still echoes in my ears as I stand atop the winners' podium. It's a moment that will stay with me forever – the culmination of months of intense training and dedication. My heart is racing, but not just from the exertion of the trail run. The sight of the crowd cheering my name, the adoration in their eyes, it all combines to create an intoxicating sense of euphoria.
I take a deep breath, letting the cool mountain air fill my lungs as I gaze out at the sea of faces before me. My hair is slicked back from the exertion, but I can still feel the dampness clinging to my skin. The blue t-shirt clings to my body, providing little protection against the prying eyes of the crowd. But I don't care – I'm too busy basking in the glory of my triumph.
As I look out at the sea of faces before me, my gaze falls upon a group of white men standing towards the front of the crowd. They're all grinning from ear to ear, their eyes fixed on me with an intensity that makes my skin prickle with excitement. I recognize the look – it's the same one I've seen in the mirror every morning, staring back at me from the bathroom as I get ready for another day of training.
I take a deep breath, letting the tension build inside me. The crowd cheers on, their voices growing louder and more raucous with each
