Where am I? How did I get here? Think…

I recall hockey practice first thing in the morning. The instructor yelling out directions, “edges!!! I want to hear those edges against the ice!!!’ Practice was taxing. It was a burst power skating, racing from end to end. The red line, the blue line, the red line and repeat. I’m spent. I remember lying on the ice trying to catch a breath or two. My lungs are heavy. It felt like a 1000 pound gorilla is sitting on my chest with his fist using my head as a drum. I close my eyes. That’s what I remember.