I'm in shock and awe with how today went, not even in my most surreal nightmare could I have imagined ever jumping less than 13.00m again. I am not myself, maybe it's the knee injury or maybe it's something else... But all I know is I jumped 1.50m off my pb today.
Just everything that could have went wrong went wrong: I was flat from the eight hour bus ride, my room was about 40 degrees last night and I was woken up repeatedly, I was still half asleep at 10am when I had to jump, my knee was bothering me... I would be lying if I said this one didn't sting. Every time I'm sure that there's no way I can possibly become any more defeated, beat down and regressed I'm proven wrong.

Will I ever find myself again or is this my swan song?