The stadium buzzed with energy, every seat filled as spectators leaned forward, their eyes fixed on the track. The sun had dipped just enough to cast long shadows across the Olympic Stadium, the evening air buzzing with anticipation. This was the race that everyone had been waiting for—the men's 1500-meter final, where the best middle-distance runners in the world would battle for Olympic glory.
Rohan stood at the starting line, his body taut with tension. He could feel the weight of the moment pressing down on him, the pressure of the race that would define his entire career. His heart was hammering in his chest, adrenaline coursing through his veins. He had dreamed of this moment for so long, and now that it was finally here, it felt surreal.