Blacked out, but not knocked out.

For as much as it costs, is it worth it? Can you put a price on adrenaline, anxiety, and glory? Some people are all big talk with no results. Others down talk themselves and don't give themselves the credit they deserve. Judging words. Judging height. Judging width. Judging rank. Most importantly, judging attitude.

But none of it matters when it's just you and me. Will my judgements be wrong? Did I stress myself out for nothing? Making it known that I won't be pushed around by you, or you, or you. Making others fall down, not on purpose, but still taken personally by them. Guidance and support on the sidelines. Focus. So much adrenaline that you don't notice your injuries until an hour later. Moment of blackness. Did I just stretch my thighs too much that the muscle injury returned again? Really? Suck it up. Prepare to see me improve my flexibility better.

I confess; for as much as I'm scared about getting seriously injured, I'm more worried about not performing well.

I rehearsed tonight for the opening cheerdance to be presented next two weeks . I can't wait to learn, grow, and have a cheering style of my own.