I'm making my way toward a break, on hands and knees, crawling, but confident that if I can buy some time I can get back into this. I'm almost within reach of the corner when I am stopped and dragged away across the canvas rapidly. I mean, Momma is not struggling at all to move me. We stop, she takes better control of my leg and when I feel her foot in my knee, I know what's coming and it hurts as bad as I anticipated. The pain travels up and down my leg, deep, dull and lingering. Scream I do, burying my face in my hair and the mat, starting to lose hope. Still someone chants for me and I lift my head, finding Abby. We make eye contact and I give her a quick, small head shake, signaling my growing hopelessness. This one seems to be one of those I will have to forget and move on, not something I at all like. Can't win 'em all I guess.