I literally controlled the ice that night. Jumping with uncanny ease, I seemed to jump to heights never reached before and with full turns of 3 rotations. I made the jumps that were destined for the late - night sports highlight reel. It was the Olympic figure skating championships and I was to bring home the gold for our team and our country, no one could take our team to victory but me. As I skated to the curtain I felt as though the world was watching. I would place my name in ice rink greatness. I felt as though I touched the “ Zone”… no that’s wrong…I owned the “ZONE”.
My years as a teenager left me wondering if in any way my mom's death created a shift in my identity.It was on the night of that actual performance my quest began. Was there any connection to why for so long I could not connect into the Zone.
After many years of studying the mind/body connection in 1995 I found the answer and reconnected to the ZONE.
Last night I wanted more than anything to be able to watch Joannie skate. However, I was on board a flight with malfunctioning TV screens. Nothing by coincidence. Throughout the flight I kept sending her love and empowering thoughts of strength and encouragement. Late last night I got to watch the replay brilliantly covered by CTV in Canada.Watching her skate I could feel her mothers' presence, guiding her, their connection lending Joannie the strength to jump, to spin, to complete what they as a team had started so many years ago.
My heart aches knowing what she has yet to go through by now being a motherless daughter but I also know that this is part of her personal journey.
During her short program Joannie was able to stay in the Zone. All her logical levels lined up. I pray her identity does not shift before her performance on Thursday so we all get to experience the true meaning of Owning the Zone