The noise hit Dayo all at once.
Applause. Screams. Chants that refused to die down even after the race had long ended.
"DAYO WINS!"
"JD! JD! JD!"
"THREE GOLD!"
"JD"
"JD TO THE WORLD."
"JD THE GOAT."
"JD IS HIM."
"Bro had done the impossible."
"Like imagine swimming 3 main event and winning it."
"Yeah it has never been done before."
"Up JD.
"Up JD."
Dayo lifted his head slowly, still sitting on the bench, chest rising and falling hard. His body felt heavy, like it had been drained and refilled with something unfamiliar. He rolled his shoulders once and let out a breath.
Then a shadow fell over him.
"Yo, bro."
Dayo looked up and saw Evan standing there, hands on his knees, breathing just as hard, sweat dripping from his hairline. His face was tired, but there was a grin on it that refused to leave.
"That was crazy," Evan said. "Absolutely crazy."
Dayo chuckled weakly. "Yeah. I know."
