It has to be extremely deflating to race next to Usain Bolt.
To come out of the tunnel to the audible cheers from your family members and few fans, only to then to watch him come out to raucous applause and stadium-wide cheers. To stand beside him as all the runners are introduced, and see him dance and play to the crowd as everyone else around him tries to focus. It’s not that the pressure doesn’t get to him, but that he enjoys it. He revels in it. You’re trying to concentrate, knowing the gravity of the race before you, and he’s not even bothered.