"With each swing, I forced the energy out — like bursting a helium balloon between my hands — the air rushing above me." Oh shit. I mumbled to myself. My hands burned inside my protective gloves, slick with sweat. I stood in the prep room next to my husband, waiting for our turn. My legs began to tremble as adrenaline surged through me like a strong electrical current. A tight lump formed in my throat. W hat if I can’t go through with it? Or what if I can’t stop? It was meant to be a fun night