This afternoon, I was taken back to almost exactly twelve months ago:
A girl stood alone in an empty gym.
It was only her and her opponent.
A year ago, this situation was her against the bar.
This time, it's her against herself.

This season has been about beating time and eliminating the pain.
I failed at both:
my Indoor season was shot quite a while ago, but at least I have this one last meet
and the pain is something that I'm still battling.

I'm waiting for now, but, damn, it's been tough,
and when the spring rises- and the track clears

I'm not holding anything back. God, help me.

I'm still the same stubborn little girl who stood beside the 5'4" bar a year ago,
in awe
but this time- it's my last chance.