Podium (#106 of 365)

She stood by the podium, waiting to be called on. She broke out into a cold sweat. Her knees knocked and fingernails bit into her hands.

In the water she could block out the crowd. It was like she was the only one in the pool. Stroke after stroke, winning was easy.

Standing on that podium scared the life out of her. Being on display for a stadium audience. Their roars echoed as bright lights flashed. She wanted the medal, but couldn’t the ceremony be a more private affair?

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