Before I got up off the ice
I was lying on the ice, staring up at the lights, knowing I didn’t belong.
Everyone else was faster. Better. More natural.
I had no business being out there, and I knew it. In that moment, I made a decision: I was done.
I started to pull myself up, already planning how I’d leave, what I’d say, how I’d explain that this just wasn’t for me.
And then someone skated over.








