I open the palm of my hand, counting seven sticks traced in pen on my skin.Seven sticks, or seven days... A week of only going back and forth from the apartment to the arena.I run until exhaustion, then I return to immerse myself in reading to try to find a solution to understand this damn recognition.However, at this moment, I somewhat broke the routine.I decided to lie like a starfish on the dirt in the centre of the track, my eyes turned towards the azure sky, deep in thought.I feel the ...