Neeraj Chopra roars as the javelin is expelled from his right arm. The eight-foot long steel tipped aluminium Nordic Valhalla screams skyward. Torqued by the Indian’s arm, it’s fluorescent green tail wiggles angrily like a hissing viper. For a moment it’s trajectory takes it high enough that disappears into the black sky above the Nemzeti Atletikai Kozpont in Budapest. Then you see it again as it begins it’s descent.
It sails over the dotted white arc that mark 80 meters from where the Indian stands.
There’s no arc that marks immortality. That’s where it lands. 88.17m.
