Nationals. What a bittersweet mix of emotions. I walked away as an All-American and scored points for my team, but if I’m being honest, it still doesn’t feel like enough. I keep replaying every jump, every decision, and every moment in my head, wondering what I could have done differently. While I’m grateful for the accomplishment, I came here hoping to leave with more. At the same time, I am incredibly proud of the fight I put up. Nothing felt right the day I competed. My body didn’t feel right. My jump didn’t feel right. My mind wasn’t as clear as I wanted it to be. Yet somehow, I still found a way to compete. There is something strange about being disappointed in your physical performance while being proud of your mental one. I didn’t perform at the level I know I’m capable of, but I showed up, battled through adversity, and refused to quit when things weren’t going my way. Maybe that’s what I’ll remember most from this meet. Not the height on the bar, but the fight it took to ...