My last CompetitionThe sun bears down my friends and me as we stand proudly at attention. It's hot outside and our thick polyester uniforms don't help us feel any better. The drum major is at the front of the field. Everyone is watching her, waiting, waiting for the moment that we all know is coming. After saluting the judge and the crowd, she turns back towards us and raises her hands. She mouths the words, one, two, one, two, three, four, and we start. We've been getting ready for this moment for months. We're physically ready, we're mentally ready.
We step off as we begin the musical feat. If we mess up, they will know. If we are just barely off step, they will know. We are being judged by judges in different places, making comments on everything we do. The California sun beating on us makes it more difficult for us to keep concentrating on our task as we march around the football field. We've practiced these drills too many times to remember. We've spend hours upon hours fixing them and ma
Pain Gainfalling catching
all pain all gain