I dreamed of going to the Olympics, especially after winning the title of Canadian junior champion. It was in 1996. I was 19 years old. I thought I had everything to get there, that my dream was accessible. But it was the other way around. After my gold medal, everything tumbled.
I couldn't do all my triple jumps anymore. Just doing a good program made it so difficult.
I tried everything: I changed coaching teams, I moved to Ontario, far from my family, far from my bearings.
Four years fighting to reach the top of the podium again. I did not succeed. I understood that my dream was gone. Despite all my sacrifices, mine and those of my family, I did not make it and I retired.
This is my biggest regret. But today, I understand a little better why.