premise: I left the rink listening to my metro playlist - that was one I created in 2006 in Moscow , music that 's so loud and thumpa - thumpa that you can hear it even in the Moscow metro . There was wind and there was some rain and I had skated like crap and you know what ? It did n't matter in that moment . I felt so free ; skating truly frees my spirit . Why do you think it did not matter that you skated poorly and conditions were bad ?
hypothesis: I was not going to win the competition anyway so I did n't care