London was a huge, and unforgettable experience and I'm honored to have represented my country at the Olympics! This blog is about the competition itself, and not the Olympics as a whole. That will come later ;)


The Qualifier:
In the qualifying round I felt fresh, explosive and ready to compete. My first throw was actually my best, but because the track was a faster surface, I covered more ground in my runway than expected and crossed the line. I was a little nervous because I’ve had a habit of getting my best throw out on the first attempt… and then the other ones are sub-par. I ended up pulling it together, and having the best series I’ve ever had – 61m (fouled), 59.73m, and 60.26m.
It was too bad that qualifiers don’t go straight to final, because I felt like I had so much more left that day.
The Final:
When I woke up the next morning, my legs felt shot from the adrenaline in the qualifier. I got massage, ice bathed, and walked as little as possible to try to get them ready for the final. Despite my efforts to get them back in competition form, I felt that I was at about 80% of my explosive power on the day of.  I still went out there focused and ready to do my best.

My coach Larry once told me, “you can never become what you are in awe of”.  Waiting to be taken out into the stadium I looked the 11 other competitors – athletes I had watched throw for years – and realized I was one of them.
My series in the final was 57.10m, foul, 58.78. Despite that being it was a decent set of throws for how I was feeling, it wasn’t enough to get me into the top 8 to have 3 more throws.

A big congrats to the medalists – Spotakova, Obergfoll, and Stahl - it was an honor to share the world stage with them, and I can’t wait to do it again.
Post Comp:
At the end of the winding path that led through media, I saw my coach and felt so relieved. We had left no stone unturned preparing for this meet, and I was an Olympic finalist. We went to go see my family in the stands, and when Heidi (Lethbridge roommate) came up to hug me, we both BURST into tears. Then my parents, aunts, cousin, and family friends all did as well – just a big, awesome, emotional mess of Canadians hugging it out in the stands.
When I finally got back to the village, Larry and I hit the caf, then went directly to physio. My back was killing me, I’m assuming since my legs were shot I wasn’t getting into the correct position… and therefore every time I threw it felt like a donkey was kicking me in the back. But, by the magic of the Canadian IST team and ibuprofen, I was feeling better in a few days.
Not only did I qualify for the Olympic team, I place 12th after originally being ranked 26th.This year has been a test of my will to succeed: moving from Vancouver to Lethbridge, taking a break from school, freak accident injuries, and putting myself on the path of leading a lifestyle befitting an elite athlete. And it has been worth it.
It’s official, I’m an adrenaline junkie. I’ve never felt more exhilarated than when I stepped into that stadium and heard 80,000 people cheering – it was a body, mind and soul high – and to date, the most intense experience of my life.

I want more, and I want to make Canada proud. I promise to be relentless in my pursuit of a medal in 2016.

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