I have watched the men's 1500 meter final seven times. I have gotten goosebumps each time. I have thought about these athletes, their families, the years and hours and hours of training. I’ve thought about my own mortality, my own body, my own races when I ran track. The middle distance category (400, 800, 1500, mile) is my favorite because it's long enough that you need strategy but it's short enough that it's exciting and takes absolute guts. You are both running your hardest while also thinking about your position, what the pack is doing, when to kick, all while competing against your tired legs, your burning lungs, your own self doubt. Not to mention the other runners. Hearing that bell on the final lap. The crowd. It just gives me chills.