Today was special. It was my final tune-up competition before Olympic Trials. I made some good corrections and realize what I need to work on going into these last couple of weeks. And it was pretty stinking special to be at a meet with my longtime coach, Kenny, again. But as usual, there’s so much more than that surface level description. I competed here last March as a final push toward Trials when we thought they would be in 2020. It was AWFUL. I felt hopeless and defeated. Then the entire world was shut down and for the first time in history, the Olympics were postponed a year. I was optimistic to have an extra year. I thought it meant I would have an entire year to get comfortable on platform again. But that’s not what it meant. It meant I would have doubts and fears and zero access to a full platform until 3 months before Olympic Trials. Nothing in this journey back into diving has been what I expected. I knew it would be hard. I knew it would hurt. I knew there would be...