But I’m here and you better believe I’m going to try. I’m proud of myself for following through despite the many setbacks, pushing myself, and going outside my comfort zone. Last week I was at the gym getting in some last minute training. I had saved a bunch of routes for onsight attempts and I was getting the smack down. I had felt so much stronger weeks earlier and was so frustrated by my perceived failure. As I was changing in the locker room feeling defeated, I looked down and that long pink scar that spans my lower abdomen held my gaze for an important moment. My frustration softened and I remembered how far I’ve come in a year. Qualifiers are tomorrow and I'm happy to be here.
(And p.s.- to lose a wheel between the gate check in Atlanta and Denver on a direct flight takes skill. This is not over! After the flight crew sending us to stand in a customer service line only to be told 'Sorry. We don't guarantee wheels' . . . it's war, Airtran, it's war.)