The rush of the cold air. The scrape of the blade against
the ice. The feel of the laces between my fingers. You’ve always been there.
You’ve been my escape. You’ve been there through the good times and bad, the
rejections and acceptance. You’ve been there since I was 6 years old.
The freedom of movement. Of getting lost in the music. Of
not having a care in the world. Of pushing aside everything else for that
feeling. That feeling of flying.
Even when I’ve left you for something else, you’ve always
been there, just waiting, knowing that one day I’d come back. Come back to my
first love. That unconditional, peaceful all enveloping love. Something that
could be taken away forever in an instant.
Is it time for me to
come back again? It’s a conflicted feeling knowing I’d have to give up a new
love to return. But there’s a yearning deep down that the new love is struggling
to fulfill.
I don’t want to
wonder what if, but rather ask why not. “Shoot for the moon. Even if you
miss, you'll land among the stars.” So here I am one day post Adult Nationals
2017…let’s see if I have what it takes to make a run at Adult Nationals 2018.
1)
Consistent gym routine
2)
Consistent on ice hours
3)
Test Adult Bronze Free by October?