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章節 81: Chapter 81: The Olympic Dream Part-II

Her words were always sharp, cutting through any lingering doubts he had. But there were days when Rohan struggled. The training was grueling, and some days, his body felt like it was on the verge of breaking. His hamstring, though strong, still reminded him of the past, and there were moments when he feared reinjury. But each time the doubt crept in, Rohan remembered the lessons he had learned from his recovery—how he had overcome adversity once, and how he could do it again.The week before the Olympic qualifiers, Rohan had a particularly difficult training session. His legs felt heavy, his times were slower than usual, and every step felt like a monumental effort. Frustrated, he slammed his fist against the track after finishing his run, breathing hard, sweat dripping down his face."Rohan!" Ms. Mehra's voice cut through the fog of frustration. She marched over to him, her expression stern. "What's going on with you?""I don't know!" Rohan snapped, more at himself than at her. "I'm pushing myself, but it's not enough. I need to be faster. The qualifiers are next week, and I'm not where I should be."Ms. Mehra crossed her arms, watching him closely. "You're tired," she said bluntly. "Your body's telling you it needs rest, and you're not listening."Rohan shook his head. "I don't have time to rest. I need to be ready for the qualifiers.""Pushing yourself beyond your limits won't get you there," Ms. Mehra replied, her tone unyielding. "You're not a machine, Rohan. You've been training relentlessly for months, and now your body needs recovery. If you don't rest, you'll burn out before the qualifiers even begin."Rohan wanted to argue, but deep down, he knew she was right. His body was screaming for a break, and ignoring it would only make things worse. He had learned that lesson the hard way during his recovery from injury.Reluctantly, he nodded. "Fine. I'll take a day off."Ms. Mehra's expression softened slightly. "Take two days off. Trust me, Rohan—you've put in the work. Your body knows what to do. Now, you need to let it recover so you can perform at your best when it matters."The next two days were the hardest days of Rohan's training—not because of the physical exertion, but because of the stillness. He wasn't used to taking time off, especially not so close to such an important event. But he forced himself to rest, to let his body heal and recover. He focused on mental training, practicing his visualization techniques with Dr. Kapoor and reminding himself that rest was part of the process.When he returned to the track after his break, something had shifted. His legs felt lighter, his mind clearer. He had regained his sharpness, and his times reflected it. Every sprint, every stride felt strong, efficient, and precise. He was ready.The day of the Olympic qualifiers arrived, and the air was thick with anticipation. The stadium was packed with athletes, all vying for a spot on their respective national teams. Rohan could feel the energy in the air, the tension of competition hanging over the track like a storm cloud.But as he stood at the starting line, his nerves steady, Rohan realized that something was different this time. The pressure that had weighed him down during the World Championships was no longer there. Instead, there was a sense of calm, a quiet confidence that came from knowing he had done everything he could to prepare.

The gun fired, and Rohan exploded off the blocks, his body surging forward in perfect harmony with his mind. The world around him blurred into a single, focused line—the track stretching out in front of him, each step calculated, each breath measured. He felt powerful, in control, his legs moving with precision and ease. Every muscle in his body responded like a finely tuned machine, honed by months of grueling preparation.

The first few strides were crucial. Rohan knew from experience that the beginning of a race set the tone for everything that followed. He stayed focused, locked into his own rhythm, letting his body take over. His mind remained calm, a practiced stillness he had cultivated through countless visualization exercises with Dr. Kapoor.

The other runners surged around him, each one fighting for position, but Rohan didn't let it rattle him. He wasn't here to race anyone else—he was here to run his race. To qualify for the Olympics wasn't just about being fast; it was about running smart, managing his energy, and knowing exactly when to push.

As they rounded the first curve, Rohan held his place near the front of the pack. The pace was blistering, but he had expected that. The competition was fierce—every runner here was at the top of their game, and the margins between them were razor-thin. But Rohan wasn't fazed. He had trained for this, prepared for the intensity, and now it was time to execute.

By the halfway point, the race had started to take its toll on some of the runners. Their early speed had cost them, and Rohan could see the strain in their faces, their form starting to falter. But he had held back, saving his strength for the critical moment.

As they entered the final lap, Rohan knew it was time. He shifted gears, his body responding to the call for speed. His strides lengthened, his arms pumping with renewed vigor as he powered forward. He passed one runner, then another, his confidence building with each step. The crowd's roar grew louder, but Rohan barely heard it—his mind was focused on the finish line, and nothing else mattered.

With 200 meters to go, Rohan was in second place, just behind the leader. His legs burned with the effort, his lungs screaming for air, but he didn't let up. This was the moment he had been training for, the final push that would determine everything.

The leader, a tall runner from Kenya, was fast, but Rohan could see him starting to fade. The pace had been too much, too early. Rohan, on the other hand, had timed his run perfectly. He dug deep, finding that last reserve of energy, and surged forward.


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