2CO

There was no time for thought
Do you even wonder, how you managed to get through the whole cheer with perspiring cold palms? I thought I would not be able to do it. I thought I would forget the cheer halfway; I thought, I thought.
When I tried to run through the cheer in my head it was a blank. A void of nothingness only an arousing panic creeping through.
Did you have that feeling?

And yet when I stood there, in my full glory, big smiles and all, in that gay-lovely-purple-wrong-font shirt, I wondered if my panty line could be seen by the person behind me.
At such a moment, I could still think of such things.

Oh god, my senior is behind me.

That was the last coherent thought I had before Mrs Bowness said One.
After that it was autopilot. The meetings and practices we had; suddenly became etched into my mind - or rather my mind was not working at all. It was just my limbs and my mouth and my throat, raw with shouting. My lungs expanding and contracting, contracting and expanding, and for a second I pause to take a deep breath and I wonder if I had made that one second apparent. Perhaps at that one second the class got softer?

Yes, illogical thoughts were starting to form.
It felt as if I were climbing Mount Everest, plagued by snow blindness; frostbite; hypothermia. The biting cold numbs; and I start hallucinating.

When it is over we forget to look at the judges, the first reaction and instinct to run away, get out of here, don't embarrass me. When our pounding hearts settle; we ask each other for their expressions and we don't know. We laugh.

Thank you everyone for doing their best, we all felt the love.

Love, Wen Fei