Dalon
The feeling of seeing her waiting at the end of the line for me, is something I can’t describe. I have had it many times before. I have had models, women that most men would drool over, but Rejena, she was a completely different league. Today she is dressed in tight jeans, a papaya orange shirt with the Mclaren logo on. A slight sliver of her stomach is showing. Her hair is down in waves, the natural brown highlights mixing with the blonde in a way that most people would pay a lot of money to have and still won’t be able to get.
I look over the railing at the crowd standing beneath us, but all I see is Rejena, tears streaming down her cheeks, but the smile on her face is pure joy and pride. I want this every time I finish a race. I want her smile to be the thing I see when I finis
