We started the season waiting for someday ... for warmth, for speed, for belief. We trained through it, knowing that someday would come with all its golden promises and Cartesian beauty. Its starts and finishes. But like maps of old proclaimed, here there be dragons: a vast unknown as daunting as any we’ve faced before. And when that doubt rears its head, we’ll call on lessons learned in this season of waiting. We’ll rely on that belief forged on heavy legs. And remind ourselves: this is what we hoped for.