'But it was ok'

It had come to this. An eternity of sweat and pain.
Try. Fail. Try. Succeed. Try. Fail.
The ongoing battle with myself had kept me practicing for hours on end, all for this event, this very moment. And the final result, leaving me with the most exultant or empty feeling. It would be success or failure.

I could see the faces, their eyes fastened on me, expecting something amazing. I could feel it with my eyes closed. The expectancy, a ponderous weight on my shoulders, forcing me to question my ability. I tried to look brave, proud and unafraid but inside I was no lion, I was the lamb. At this moment I caught the eye of a boy, no older than seven. He was wearing a cheesy shirt that had my face on it that matched the wide grin he wore on his face. I knew I was his heroine. I winked at the boy, flicked my shirt and was off.

My calves were jelly, peddling my bike had never felt so hard in my life. I could see the first ramp coming up, it looked so small from the distance I was at. Coming closer and closer to the wooden curve was exhilarating, now I was so ready for my first trick. Feeling myself getting higher in the air I leaned forward at great speed, then was on the ground again. I had successfully flipped my bike. A smile as big as the small boy's came to my face, a bigger ramp was coming up and I knew I'd nail it. Up and off the ramp I was almost in the clouds, I jumped off my seat and did a handstand holding onto my handle bars. Landing, a huge roar came from the crowd. I looked to the humming sea of people, I had a spell over them, I laughed to myself. Then out of nowhere felt something on road make me loose control of the bike and I was in the air and 'thump' on the ground. I didn't see my life flash before my eyes, or have that feeling in my gut, so I knew I was alright. I looked down at my ankle, my foot was hanging limp facing the opposite way it is meant to. Next thing I know I am in hysterical laughter, it had come to this. But it was ok.