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February 23, 2010
(SP - Nathan Lanier's Time)
I got into center ice, stretched out my arms and held my pose.
Then the music began.
Something felt off. I first noticed it when I did my initial crossover.
Maybe it was the nerves due to competing at such a high-level event. Or, maybe it was the immense pressure I felt from having my whole country's expectation placed on my feeble shoulders.
And what a heavy expectation it was. I was the only athlete that represented the Philippines in this year's Olympics.
Triple Salchow.
Bam!
I fell heavily on the ice, successfully knocking my breath away.
Quickly, I got up and proceeded with the program, ignoring my aching chest. I coughed several times as I tried to get my breathing into order.
My mind began to doubt as countless worries slithered in my thoughts.
Relax, Elana.
Relax.
I forced myself to calm down whilst doing my combination spins.
Gliding gracefully around, I vaguely heard the supportive sounds from the audience. Oddly enough, It was like I was in a bubble and the sound was muffled and distorted.
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