-

I look at my hands and remember where my blisters used to be. I remember how it hurt so bad but in a good way. I remember how I struggled when I first got on the bars, but after a while I couldn't stop going to them whenever perry said we couldn't do whatever we want for the rest of the lesson. I remember how they would peel off, blister after blister and how I would continue doing them despite the fact that my hands were red and burning. I remember the feeling of chalk on my hands and chalking the bar, making sure I coat them evenly. Then I take 2 steps back, take a deep breath and jump for the bar

Sigh, I miss the blisters, the bars, the pain. Lastly, I miss my coach.