Rust to Gold

As I mentally prepare myself for the Nationals / Friendship competition, I’m found reflecting on every single element of my game. From my entries, my set-ups, and my finishes – and yes, even my kryptonites and weaknesses. Listening to my Champion Walking playlist, I visualize my desired outcome — to finally win that much-coveted gold.

In less than four weeks, I’ll be stepping into another mentally and physically draining exercise. I won’t lie. It’s exhausting. It’s scary. I have my own share of doubts. I get periodic anxiety attacks thinking about that day but no amount of fear can (and should) hinder me from fighting for what I want.

Am I ready? Still about a kilo and a half over the weight limit but I got this. I’ve worked hard for this. This is for those times I showed up even if I didn’t want — because I was the only girl, because I was the smallest, because I felt I didn’t have time — for those moments kicked my ass and taught me to stand up right after.

From Bronze last March to Silver last May, you know what’s next.

Porrada, they say.