The art of competing, I’d learned from track, was the art of forgetting, and I now reminded myself of that fact. You must forget your limits. You must forget your doubts, your pain, your past.

The folly of humankind lies in complicating the simple.

我放弃了战斗：让我有个结局，有个隐秘的角落。我想被遗忘，甚至被上帝遗忘。