I ended up as the University of Bath the next fall. Before even starting the season, I knew that I had two possible outcomes of the year:
- I was there to get my master’s degree, have fun in my “final year” of track and field, and come home better equipped to start my journey in the real world.
- I was going to get significantly better in the heptathlon and continuing my training through the next Olympic year. A jump in rankings would help me secure sponsors and I promised myself that if I was going to take the time and effort to fly across the world, I would work my hardest to improve, so that if I didn’t get any better, I could say that I gave my all. I think this was the shift.
My anxiety attacks started when I went to university. I had nerves when I competed in Jr. high and high school, but this time it was different. I felt hopeless. Debilitated. Completely sick to my stomach, as if I were coming down with the flu. A nightmare. Suddenly I’m brought back to the NCAA Indoor National Championships in 2013 for the Pentathlon. The competition was 5 events back to back, and I was sitting in third place with two events left, which was a shock to me, because I had barely qualified for the Championships.