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Shoot. I don’t even like sports, really. So, I don’t know what to write for this one. I’m having trouble even thinking of something that could work for this. Something that I like enough and something that could have a competitive thing with it. Maybe yoga? I can’t imagine being good enough to make it to the Yogalympics though. Hell, until recently, I didn’t even know that the Yogalympics existed. I have no idea how I managed to qualify. I don’t feel like I’m that good. Five minutes. Five minutes before I go out there and do my routine. Oh, fuck. I’m spiraling. How do I stop spiraling? Can I stop spiraling? I don’t deserve this. I’m not good enough to be here with these other yogis. I can’t even get my leg behind my head. Whose idea was this anyway? Isn’t this the antithesis of yoga, competition? I feel like I’m in Carrie. "They’re all going to laugh at you" is all I hear in Piper Laurie’s voice. I don’t think I can do this. This is all too much.