i forgot my socks. i’ve never done anything athletic without socks but my opponent was waiting on me. i shoved my feet in my shoes, cranked the laces tight, and headed to the squash court. i’ve never beaten this particular player, so i proceed without any expectations other than to try to win at least a few points every game. it’s a liberating thing going into an event knowing you’re going to fail, but doing it anyways. trying your hardest regardless.
i won two of the five games. a PR! and that fifth game, the rubber match, he really had to work. he showcased how good he is so i didn’t stand a chance, but he was trying. this wasn’t a pity game.
maybe i should forget my socks more often?