"Individual glory is insignificant when compared to achieving victory as a team." -Dot Richardson

If I had never tasted bitter sweet, I now have. Last night was a night that I'm always going to remember. I don't know a good thing to compare it to so maybe you can't understand unless you've had a similar experience...

After 4 grueling close games, my teammates all hugged each other and took a "victory trot" around the gym.

All the fans had congratulations and either a hi five or a hug. Everyone was grinning and snapping pictures.

For a moment away from the celebrations I limped into the locker room, to try and make some sense of the emotions I felt. For the brief minute I stood there un-intterupted, I stared in the mirror. I didn't cry, though it seemed that was what my body was telling me to do. My season was over. My high school volleyball career was over. I'd made it through the whole game with my knee catching on every step. We won! I got a real hit, something that hasn't happened since I switched to all time setter. I had a block, a weakness of mine. I served out the final points. The success of the day was to great to be sad. But hugging all my girls and knowing I would never play with all of them again made it hard to keep myself  in the celebratory mood.

My coach has made it clear she expects me on the bench with her next year and there is an adult league that I already sub in every now and then, so this is defiantly not goodbye to the sport. But in a way it is to the team I've been growing with for the last three years.

It's not all sadness because the same way you can't hurt unless you've loved, you can't miss unless you've enjoyed. Enjoy seems an under statement. I've had a blast. My teammates and my coaches are the best! I love you guys :) Go Lady Hawks!!!