I hated ballet; everything from the scratchy dance costumes to my fellow dancers cracking under the pressure and crying on stage so after giving the sport my best effort I decided to hang up my tutu and retire. For the next six years, I went to gymnastics class once a week where I excelled at the beam and despaired of ever accomplishing anything on the bars. I loved the sport and enjoyed every aspect of it, even bars. Before I knew it, many of my friends had started gymnastics as well. Some even got on teams and competed including my best friend. I didnt want to be left behind so I did my absolute best to improve and dedicated myself to advancing to the advanced class so that we'd share classes but no matter what I did it never happened.
Over the course of a year I developed habits that resulted in me training constantly. I learned stretches I could do while I was laying in bed to improve my splits; I would work on conditioning while doing my homework on the floor of my bedroom; and I would dedicate hours a day to practicing handstands, cartwheels, and round offs in the playroom either on the floor or on a practice beam. Gymnastics took over my life and I was convinced that if I could hold my handstand a little longer, or do so many more push ups without stopping that I would be able to pass the gym's test and advance. Every time I took that test, I would get a few more checkboxes under beam, floor, and vault, but I was never able to get even one check under bars and that was my weakness. I took that test as often as I was allowed and eventually my coach approached me and said that it was okay if I could not do bars and that I was not the first girl who could not nor would I be the last.
Some girls just can not develop the upper arm strength to compete on bars and no matter how good someone is on the other events if one cannot compete on bars they will never be able to compete. I quit gymnastics right after that conversation because she was right. Sometimes you just can not win and no matter how hard you try you can not be the best in everything. Through no fault of my own, I was unable to be a successful gymnast, and that was okay. It did not matter that my friends were competing and that I was not because I was doing things that they were not. Just because we were not attached at the hip did not make me a bad friend, it just meant that we were different people with different strengths, and I believe that this lesson could not have come at a better time. I was ten years old and just discovering that I was my own person and this experience hastened that discovery and led to me becoming an independent young woman who is capable of making her own decisions and able to go in my own direction.
Over the course of a year I developed habits that resulted in me training constantly. I learned stretches I could do while I was laying in bed to improve my splits; I would work on conditioning while doing my homework on the floor of my bedroom; and I would dedicate hours a day to practicing handstands, cartwheels, and round offs in the playroom either on the floor or on a practice beam. Gymnastics took over my life and I was convinced that if I could hold my handstand a little longer, or do so many more push ups without stopping that I would be able to pass the gym's test and advance. Every time I took that test, I would get a few more checkboxes under beam, floor, and vault, but I was never able to get even one check under bars and that was my weakness. I took that test as often as I was allowed and eventually my coach approached me and said that it was okay if I could not do bars and that I was not the first girl who could not nor would I be the last.
Some girls just can not develop the upper arm strength to compete on bars and no matter how good someone is on the other events if one cannot compete on bars they will never be able to compete. I quit gymnastics right after that conversation because she was right. Sometimes you just can not win and no matter how hard you try you can not be the best in everything. Through no fault of my own, I was unable to be a successful gymnast, and that was okay. It did not matter that my friends were competing and that I was not because I was doing things that they were not. Just because we were not attached at the hip did not make me a bad friend, it just meant that we were different people with different strengths, and I believe that this lesson could not have come at a better time. I was ten years old and just discovering that I was my own person and this experience hastened that discovery and led to me becoming an independent young woman who is capable of making her own decisions and able to go in my own direction.