At the airport before I left Anchorage I found this pendant in the gift shop: An Inukshuk - the logo for the Vancouver 2010 Olympics. Concidence?

So. Here I am. This crazy girl, still holding on to Olympic dreams, years, decades after most people give up. I have paid three hundred dollars to fly down here to Vancouver for a couple of hours of tests to determine if I am fit for a sport I have never tried, and why? Because there is this part inside that just can’t let go. It’s not time to move on yet. It’s not time to grow up yet. It’s not time to stop pretending I have a chance or that I can be someone. It’s not time to start being realistic. You make realism happen.

So here I am, the night before my tryouts. Tomorrow I am going to be fast and strong. But if it turns out that I am neither fast enough, nor strong enough, I take solace in the fact that I have already made it farther than many in pursuit of a dream. I bought the plane ticket and came. That, and the fact that as long as I not dead, I still have another chance.