The ball soared over the set. Mia's very first successful jump serve had just been performed. She was walking on air, and if she was capable of doing so, she would have promptly done a backflip after it went over the net. After hours and hours and hours spent working on her muscle conditioning, when she wasn't training, and hours and hours of attempting to perfect her technique, her work was paying off. She was starting to get her jump serves in. This would help when she went back to Montana and volleyball season started up again.
Mia took a few steps back, tossed the ball up with her left hand as she jumped up, and connected her right hand with the ball. It went over, and it was in, but just barely. Just barely wouldn't work. She needed to maximize momentum, control the variables to the best of her abilities, and stay steady. It was just like her to over-analyze everything she did. Being a daughter of Athena, she noted everything and anything that she could fix with knowledge.
Her self-criticism was her greatest weakness. She knew that. She had always been quick to point out every flaw in herself, even though she had decent self-esteem. She just knew she could do better, and she always strived to set high-expectations for herself. She learned young that low expectations equal low results.
Mia wiped her sneaker
sole with her palm before taking a slow deep breath. "Over the net and inbounds this time, Mia," she muttered, tossing the ball up in the air and jumping up to meet it with her hand.