Ironically, during the race, towards the end, after I had fallen and was all alone and wasn’t going to get caught by the guy behind me nor was I going to catch the guy ahead of me, I was able to take myself deeper into the well than I ever had with competition just by adopting a curiosity about how hard I could go. In the last k, I got curious about my limits, I got competitive with myself, and I absolutely turned myself inside out to not catch anyone. It was beautiful.