I love my sport. With every meaning of the word, I love my sport. In the past three seasons leading up to my fourth and final year, I have dedicated my time to endless hours of practice consuming a total of nine months. When you think about that, I could have three kids by now. But hey, I am not complaining. The Sartell Sabre Dance Team has brought me an abundance of joy and happiness. I have met my best friends, won a state championship, and gotten to work for something bigger than myself with thirty-plus incredible teammates. However, everything in dance hasn’t brought the brightest of memories. After winning state in 2015, it was our team’s goal the next season to be back-to-back state champions. This had proved to be much easier said than done. The year had been an extremely difficult journey. Between numerous injuries, constant drama, and the added stress of changes to the routine, it seemed impossible for the team to “click.” We could not fathom how to bring thirty-two girls together to dance as one team and unfortunately this haunted us all the way to the state tournament.…show more content… Instant thoughts of regrets and doubt flooded my brain. Did I not do enough for my teammates? Was there something I could do better? Can we rebound from this feeling? The melancholy sound of sobs overtook the room. We could no longer hear the fans right above us who were oblivious to the heartache we all felt. Nothing would ever compare to this and I was never so sure about anything in my life. I couldn’t help feeling slightly guilty as well. The Austin Packer Dance Team was right on our heels in fourth and I’m sure they would’ve given anything to be in third place, so why should it feel so
