“This is it,” she began, addressing her rivals. “In a few moments, the competition will begin. We’ll be focused on only our own progress and you’ll stop thinking, hey, she doesn’t have the stomach for this. Because I’ll be done and you’ll still be slogging through the rest of the tin. I have trained for this. Victory will be mine this day.”
Then the starting bell sounded and she smashed her face into her pie.