The Knitting Olympics, Part 2
Lookie here!
I finished the back of my Central Park Hoodie. (The neck stitches are being held on a stitch holder, and I haven’t fastened off the yarn.) Getting the back done feels like making it through the qualifying round of the moguls, or something. But with fewer blown-out knees.
Tangentially: I was horrified at the number of knee injuries some of these skiers have suffered. One has had six surgeries, three on each knee. I’ve always been a little ashamed of being so risk-averse (such a nice way of saying I’m a great big sissy), but now I’m thinking it has its advantages. Such as: my number of knee surgeries? Zero. Also though? My number of Olympic medals? Zero.
Anyway. Returning to my analogy of the qualifying round. Finishing the back of my sweater is just the beginning. The big test is still ahead. But I’m staying in the moment, letting my training do its work, and performing my routine the same way I’ve done a thousand times before. No big deal.