Well, I'll tell you, really, what had thrusted me over the edge into no longer being willing to lie, ultimately, is he and I raced in the 200 freestyle. This is the day after he swam the 500 freestyle and won a national title. Beat out olympians, beating out american record holders. Right? Keep in mind, these aren't scrubs. They're the most impressive and accomplished female swimmers this world has ever seen. And again, he beat them all by body links. 1 second might not sound like a lot of time, but in the sport of swimming, again, measured down to the hundredth of a second, 1 second is significant. He beat the entire nation by almost the entire nation of women by almost two full seconds. Even the time he went last year would have beat every girl in the country this past season by nearly two full seconds, making him the first man to win a division one NCAA women's title trailblazer. But the second day of competition, the day after this, he and I race in the 200 freestyle. So, look, we get on the blocks, dive off, swim, eight laps of freestyle, touch the ball at the end. I look up at the scoreboard, and almost impossibly enough, Joe. We had gone the exact same time, meaning, of course, we had tied, which is incredibly one. It's incredibly embarrassing for a six foot four man to not even be able to beat, like, a five five female. But again, going a minute and 40 ish seconds, and not even one 100th separated us. You can't tell me that's not divine intervention, but tide. We get out of the water, we go. Yeah, you can see here we both went 143.40. Not one of us going 143.39 or 143.41. Tying. Get out of the water. Go. Behind the awards podium, the NCAA official looks at both Thomas and myself. Thomas, who is towering over me, right, six foot four. And this official looks at both of us and says, great job, you two, but you tied, and we only have one trophy, so we're gonna give the trophy to Leah. Sorry, Riley, you don't get one. My Jesus Christ heart rate was still high. Having just competed, my adrenaline was still pumping. And so the first thing that I thought ended up being the first thing that I said, and the first thought that I had was just what you had just said. Right? Like, isn't this everything that title IX was passed to prevent from happening? What do you mean you're gonna give the trophy to the man? And the women's 200 freestyle, I asked the question that no one dared ask all season, and I said, why? I. Which, of course, he didn't have an answer as to why they didn't give him a script of what to say when someone asks you the dreaded question of why. And so his first excuse, he came up with, he's stumbling on his words, and he's, well, we're actually just doing this in chronological order, he said. And so I said, okay, do you mean alphabetical? Because g comes before t. Otherwise, I literally have no idea what you're being chronological about. Right. We tied. So, again, what's your rationale here? And finally, he realized that he didn't have a justification. He didn't have an answer for this. And so. And I actually appreciate his honesty. This is when his face changed. He looked sad, his voice changed. I could tell he didn't even believe what he was about to say. But this official looked at me and said, riley, I am so sorry, but we have been advised as an organization that when photos are being taken, it's crucial that the trophy is in Leah's hands again. You can pose with this one, but you have to give yours back. Leah takes the trophy home. You go home empty handed. End of story. We can eventually mail you one. Oh, my God, is what they said. So it was like that moment when I could, like, I felt guilty at that point. I felt guilty for participating in the farce. I felt guilty for even getting in the water at this point. And so it kind of hit me. I won't say I was necessarily cowering, because I didn't feel like that to me. I wasn't necessarily scared to approach the topic. I just thought someone else would. I thought a coach would say something. I thought some other swimmer. I thought someone with political power, someone within the NCAA, quite honestly, I thought someone's dad would come down there and yank this man out of our locker rooms. But it was in that moment where we were standing on the podium, myself included. I'm standing on the podium and we're clapping and we're smiling and we're cheering. And it hit me. I'm like, what in the world are we clapping for? Because, I mean, really, what we're applauding is our own erasure, our own demolition. And so it was right then and there that again, like a slap across the face. I was like, how in the world can we, as women, as female athletes, expect someone to stand up for us if we aren't even willing to stand up for us? Like, this has to come from us. So, again, I knew all season the unfair competition was wrong. I knew all season that the locker room aspect was wrong. I knew that the silencing that we were facing from our universities, I knew all of that was wrong. We all did. But it wasn't until this official reduced everything that we had worked our entire lives for, down to a photo op to validate the feelings and the identity of a man at the expense of our own. That's really when I decided that I couldn't continue being silent.