SAINT-DENIS, France — Sha’Carri Richardson, down to one knee on the wet track, looked up at the video screen. Whatever she saw, maybe the final times of the replay of the race, was confirmation of what must have felt surreal. Second place.
Richardson nodded, as if she was approving her reality. Accepting the challenge. Then she stood up, clapped calmly with her palms, then did her ritual of kissing her hand and pointed toward the heavens. A measured smile on her face, staring into the cheering sea of fans, she looked torn.
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