Thinking, It's over, it's real, I have not dreamed this, Griffith Joyner knelt on the track and thanked God. Then, taking a flag from fellow UCLA alum Kevin Young, who had just come in fourth in the men's 400-meter hurdles, she carried the Stars and Stripes for a victory lap that ended in Al's arms. Under the stands, Drechsler grabbed her. "Congratulations," said Drechsler. "You're the best. So fast, so fast!"
Ashford took home the silver in 10.83, and Drechsler the bronze in 10.85. As the three stood upon the victory stand, Griffith Joyner thought of her family, which is so large that cousins and aunts had to arrange chaotic conference calls from the U.S. to Seoul after her victory to let them all squeal their delight. Too, she thought of how she had just won the 100, the glory race, the race she—the L.A. silver medalist in the 200—had never run internationally before this year. A few minutes later, when Kersee made his way to her with congratulations, Griffith Joyner said, "You were a good teacher. I thank you for it."
But she was a good teacher too. With that smile she beamed out all the sensations of her joyfully relaxed mastery in a way more evocative than any eye-popping outfit. We thank her for it.