Getting out of the car you take a look around. See the sun shinning over head. You walk around the car stretching your legs. Open the trunk and pull out your gear. Walking in the venue a wave of emotions fall over you. Excitement, nerves, fears, thrill. You sign in at the table they lead you to your locker room. Set your stuff down. As you walk around the venue you take in what the floor looks like, feels like, the distance from the walls. You can imagine yourself on the jam line waiting for the first whistle. You see your teammates filing in, you head to the locker room to join them. The team goes through off skates workout. iPod in and your in your own world. Thinking about everything you need to do, remembering all the things you have learned in the weeks prior to this bout. As you head back to the locker room your nerves are in over drive. You start to lace up your skates, put on your pads. Signing along to your favorite tunes. Next is the helmet. You skate out. Feeling the adrenaline rush through your veins. You watch as the other team warms up. Now its your turn. Pushing your teammates. Working on your weak spots. It's now time for the National Anthem. You remove you helmet, you stand with pride. The crowd roars. Heading to the jam line for that first whistle. The NSO yells for the 5 second warning. It's go time.
5 Second warning. Standing on that jam line. Waiting for the jam whistle to be blown. 10 women all waiting for the same moment. Hearts thumpin, adrenaline high, and shakin' legs. Reading the opposing jammer, anticipating what she is going to do, finding a way to get your jammer out. Holding strong in your wall, knowing your teammates have your back is you start to become weak. Your jammer gets lead. Still holding strong, talking, blocking, recycling to the front. Holding that jammer back, your jammer goes around picking up a grand slam. She hit it and quit it for quick points. The jam ends; and it starts all over again.
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