Pt 1 The Arrow’s Flight

I stood at the edge of the mat, my feet pressing into its familiar, rubbery surface, feeling its give under my weight. The gym roared and hummed in my ears—not the deafening roar of a packed stadium, but the low, comforting murmur of parents, teammates, and old rivals. The kind of sound that holds memories. The scent of sweat and disinfectant filled my nose, an aroma I hated once but now couldn’t imagine my life without.

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