I've been eating like a banshee, and I'm attributing it to Nationals this weekend. I leave at 8 a.m. tomorrow and will dance nonstop until Sunday evening, and with that schedule, there's little time to eat a good, hearty meal.
I have a love/hate relationship with Nationals. I love being in the mountains, watching tradition hoedowns (oh yes, see one for yourself) and dancing my heart out when it's our time to shine. But I hate the long hours of waiting and waiting . . . and waiting. There are so many teams that compete and oftentimes, there are hours between your dances.
I also know, though, that this might be my last national competition with Rhythm & Class, so I've got to milk it. Sure, I can go again next year, but life happens, and I'll say I'll compete again next year (and mean it), but may never do it. We shall see.
I'll be back Sunday night!