In every race, someone has to get last. In my first Olympic Trials, that person was me. My goal going into the trials was to make the final. I knew I had the fitness to at least PR. But it wasn’t my day. Nothing physically felt good after the first 1k of the race. My body has been telling me that it was ready to rest, and I pushed it past the limit. I walked off the track tearing up—not because I was upset, but because I couldn’t believe I’d just raced at the Olympic Trials. Of course I wish I’d felt good enough to really compete, but even just getting to race on that huge stage was in itself a dream come true. It’s hit me so many times over the past two weeks that I had achieved that goal, which even two months ago seemed impossible. I appreciate all the kind messages and support I’ve been getting over the past couple weeks. I knew I had people in my corner, but I never realized just how big my corner is. Having my family with me at Hayward was such a gift, and I’m so grateful for ...