I shook hands with my competitors and walked off of the track more satisfied with myself than I had ever been. I walked back to the athletes tent to get my things that I had left there just before my race and walked towards the stairs of the stadium with my spikes in hand and a smile of satisfaction on my face. I walked up the stairs and went behind the bleachers where they posted the results. Some of my other teammates had been there to greet me with hugs and compliments about my race. As we waited my coaches came and congratulated me on such well run race. Everything was silent, I was praying over and over again silently to myself as I stood in front of the board. Then I saw someone, a meet official with a tie dye shirt that said IESA State
