Dispatch from Prelims #2
It's Day 5. I have now developed one singular goal for myself with regard to prelims: FINISH.
In my former days as an adolescent figure skater, I frequently encountered this scenario: I'm out on the ice skating my routine in front of three judges and a smattering of spectators. I fall on my butt. I hear my coach's voice in my head: Get up and finish! My rear is now cold and wet. The last thing I want to do is finish this routine. Get up. Finish. Get second place. The judges must have admired my perseverance. Maybe next time I'll nail that double sal chow: