I'm in a bit of a weird place right now and it just dawned on me this afternoon.
Tomorrow is the last competition of the season and I probably won't compete for more than 15 minutes, total. Hardly a culmination of the past 5 years of devotion, pain, disappointment, triumph, satisfaction, improvement, not to mention the blood, sweat, and yes... tears.
note that "failure" didn't make the list.

And to think that they might be the very last moments in my event. my specialty. my passion. my sport.

Who knows, really? Anything can happen. but it's still so strange to conceive.