Small margins. Christ almighty.
Extreme people, fully committed to climbing the mountain.
Reaching the summit depends on a second here, a missed grip there. Maybe it comes down to one judge’s call.
Seeing a guy go into the final day in second place, then drop to 6th in the second-to-last workout, then drop out altogether by the last.
That same fella missed out last year because of one missed clean.
Another year gone, another 12 months of work wiped away.
High stakes poker at its highest.
Yet even within the top 1% of the top 1%, there’s a disparity.
From 25th to 5th place, the gulf slowly reveals itself.
12 more months of hard work ahead. Maybe next year.
It’s a brilliant but cruel, cruel game.