When I’m on the ice, it feels like I’m wearing blinders and earplugs. I’m not looking into the crowd or listening to the chirping. I’m focused on one goal—winning—and tune out anything resembling a distraction. For the first time, I feel that way off the ice. I’m aware of the commotion around me—the laughter and the music and the flashes of phones—but I’m entirely focused on Harper.
