(Before any of you clowns get too hype, this post has nothing to do with that heifer Stephenie Meyer! I’m thinking of that time between daylight and darkness, alright?)
The feeling of competition is incomparable, but what leads up to it is in a league of its own. The anticipation, the sweaty palms, (if you’re anything like me) the suddenly active bladder, the visions of greatness in your head, the excitement in your stomach, a general restlessness, a shot of nerves, and finally, a shot of adrenaline before it all begins. I’m scared, I’m nervous, and I’m excited. Ain’t nothin’ to it, but to do it…
Best of luck to everyone competing this weekend.
