The moment the race ended and the crowd started screaming, all I wanted to do was slam my helmet on the ground. I wanted to throw it so hard that it cracked open and scattered everywhere. I was that angry, frustrated, and annoyed. My whole body felt hot, and my hands were shaking from how tightly I had been holding the bike.

But I couldn’t do it.

If I threw the helmet, I might remove it by mistake. If I removed it, people would see my face. If they saw my face, everything would end. ...