Rhythmic Gymnastics

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I stop myself; I sound like a 7-year-old. No, this isn't "unfair" -- I come to training because I love it. I don't come for anyone or anything else. I could be sitting at home scraping away at homework, but how unfulfilling would my life be without rhythmic?
I glance at my sister, seeing my surprise at the gravity of my foot's condition reflected in her expression. The questions come pouring out.
After my routine finishes, my thoughts no longer revel with happiness. What have I done? Why didn't I execute my skills? Why wasn't this routine as good as my hoop?
I realized I didn't just improve my skills as a gymnast. After today, I grew as a person. Because on days like these, if you can push yourself one step further, that's when you get immeasurably stronger.
I loved the sport, and I wanted to improve. Thinking of others' impressions only hampered that goal, I realized. All I needed to focus on was myself, and the other things -- the things out of my control -- would naturally play out.
I was so wrong to think that qualifying to level 10 was the ultimatum that determined whether I had succeeded or not as a gymnast. I resolved that no matter what, I will never lose myself to regret. I will never wallow in self-pity.
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The 75-minute class took students through standing and seated poses, inversions, balancing postures and meditations -- all using an aerial hammock suspended from the two hooks attached to the ceiling.
Some people cringe at the word. Some have no interest. Others love it. Whatever the factors are, I'm certain of one thing: I love competition.
As I head into my last months of rhythmic,I've been constantly impugned with questions like: "Why are you still doing gymnastics? Don't you have other things you would rather be doing?" Well, if you're asking this, you obviously don't understand me.
Up to that day, waiting was agony. I counted down the days one-by-one, yearning to return to training, and finally I convinced my mom to send me back after promising to only do what I was allowed to.
Last spring, I seriously contemplated a "normal" life -- one without gymnastics. I pictured all the advantages: enough sleep, no over-exhaustion, more time to see my friends.
Every summer marks the beginning of three months of gymnastics camp, or what I affectionately term "rhythmic boot camp."
Here I am, out of gymnastics for an unknown time, doing conservative treatment -- resting and confined to crutches -- even though it may not improve the condition.