They posted the results. They counted my time. In my age group, I finished second from last, 5:59.78 behind the winner. Official time.
I had started with a 6:00.00 penalty. If I hadn't missed my start, I would have won the race by 0.22 seconds. Then again, if I hadn't missed my start, I wouldn't have had the anger-driven motivation to push that hard.
I've realized it doesn't really matter at all what the official results are. Right now, with everything that has happened in my life, the only person I really needed to prove anything to is myself. Even if nobody else in the world knows, at least I know what I am capable of doing, and I am happy with myself.
They've been running this commercial on the Olympics.
http://www.nike.com/nikeos/p/nike/en_US/courage I must have seen it dozens of times and ignored it, but last night, it finally made perfect sense. I cried.