Today is the prelims of the women’s steeplechase at the Olympics Games Tokyo 2020. I really thought I would be racing today and earning a spot in the final. I spent the last 5 years imagining myself doing that. For some reason, it wasn’t meant to be. I still don’t know why that is, but I’m probably too close to it to really understand right now. A lot of people have said something to me about how these Olympics aren’t even real, they are the “Covid Olympics,” and I’m not missing much. I know these people are probably just trying to make me feel better, but honestly that sentiment really pisses me off. The Olympics are the Olympics. And I sincerely hope that the athletes competing in Tokyo don’t feel any kind of asterisk next to a performance that they’ve worked a lifetime for. Fans or no fans, opening ceremonies or not, this is the friggin Olympics and it’s the pinnacle of track and field. And I wish I was there. Simple as that. You can’t want something so bad and work your ass off to ...