From Rio to Med School: A Reflection on Transitioning
My stomach is twisting and my heart is beating rapidly. Feelings of dread and self-doubt overwhelm me.
“We have alignment, attention, GO!” the announcer makes the official starting call. My mind goes blank, and I’m racing toward the finish line 2000 meters away. Under the watchful eye of Cristo Redentor and thousands of spectators and donning my Nigerian uniform, I rowed in the D-final of the Women’s Single Scull event at the Olympic Games.
