You’re stoic and emotionless to a robotic degree, as this race means nothing to you, the hardcore super-runner. It’s just one more race in an endless parade of races that you race because you race because you race because you race.
Look at all these silly idiots, grinning like simple bozos, jubilant and sweaty, hugging their friends and family. You need them all to get out of your way so that you may return home to spend the remainder of the day analysing and angrily tutting at your Strava data.
Out of the way, feeble humans!
