A Gold Medal Salute

A sudden jolt pulsed straight through my plastic feet! I blinked, lifting my chin high. To my delight, both of my black-gloved hands responded instantly, flexing out wide in an authoritative pose. At my chest, that grand golden medallion swayed with heavy elegance. I nudged the gleaming square plate against the soft grey fabric of the cushion, listening to the delicate clink of its metallic chain. Everything was in order—solid, shiny, and ready for inspection. Pushing my chest out, I stood firmly anchored on the plush ridge, greeting the room with undeniable posture.