Go for Gold
It’s just like practice. Jason will crack a joke…
“The one thing I’m scared about it what they’re saying about me on those overly dramatic videos they play before they pan to a close up shot of your face. Forget the Chinese; I’m afraid of what people would do if they knew what toothpaste I use. ”
…and Adrian would laugh the loudest. Coach would tell Jason to focus and he would protest that he was focusing.
“If you laugh, you’re relaxed,” he’d say. “And if you’re relaxed, you’ll do better. I just hope that tip is lost in translation with all these different languages here, ‘cuz that’s brilliance.”
But then I see myself running, flipping, and sticking the landing. And pretty soon, the stands are flying by, my back flips like a pancake, my hands contact the vault, and then my feet meet the mat with no steps or falls. But this time, there’s a roar of noise and the adrenaline is gushing through my veins. I step down to my team for high fives and smiles. The score doesn’t matter; if my team is happy, I’m happy. As long as we win gold, I don’t care.
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