You can’t know how fast meant fast
for her. For us it was faster then ever. She was unconventional, with those coloured jumpsuits covering half of her vigorous body.
She amazed the world with her long nails painted with fairy tale scenes. That day at Indianapolis she wolfed down 100 meters as they were the last of her life.
People was in a religious silence, staring at her tonic legs grabbing the track stride by stride. The wind stopped in respect of this superhuman lady. 10’49”.
She run like she never did before.
She was a tiger and she is still the faster. Ever.