Back Bend Short Story

I had planned on being a base and trying out as a base. One day Coach Ridenhour, the coach for the VJ cheer squad, asked if anyone wanted to try to be a flyer. I thought it might be fun to try, so I said that I would be interested. She put me in a stunt as a flyer, I was a little nervous because I had never done it before. As I was going up my heart started pounding in my chest, my fists clenched up, so many thoughts were going through my brain all at once. I thought I was going to fall, but before I knew it I was up and stable in the stunt! I could not believe I had got up there and did not fall. We tried it a few more times and each time I hit the stunt.

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I ran as fast as I could, I was tired but knew that I had to keep going. The sun shone down ferociously making it very bright and torrid. I felt sweat drip from just above my brow into my right eye. My eye began to get a burning sensation just as I turned the corner. My muscles ached, but I knew I had to shift into overdrive and pick up the pace. I started to run faster and faster. I began to get the feeling like I was about to throw up, but knew that I couldn’t stop now. I continued to sprint to the finish, and just as I crossed the finish line I looked to the clock and noticed that I set a new PR. The feeling of happiness that swelled up inside me took me back to the practice on the tuesday of the previous week: That day it was hot as fire

I ended up blocking nobody, but I tripped on myself and I landed on my arm. While I was falling in the air, my reaction was to shock myself from the fall by using my hand and arm. The result ended up me breaking my forearm. It was the first time I had broken a bone in my body and the feeling wasn’t as painful or aching or agonizing as I thought it would be. On impact, I felt my forearm bend like rubber. My initial reaction was disbelief.

Then, as quick as air, he writhed his way out, came out behind me, and scored two points for a reversal. I struggled to get one point for an escape, but we went out-of-bounds. Placed at the center of the mat again, I finally escaped. Sloppily, he took another shot and I scored off of it as I had done before. He quickly escaped, bringing the score to 5-3. Suddenly, he went in for another takedown. Unable to defend properly, I fell to the ground and he scored, tying the score at 5-5. I could hear my teammates and my coaches shouting my name, telling me to escape. I squirmed and finally managed to escape and score the point; I was in the lead. I just had to survive these last few seconds and I would win. We circled around more, but I kept backing away, unwilling to risk giving him any more points. The whistle sounded, “One point red, stalling on green.” The score was 6-6. I cringed slightly, but kept my composure.

I was going to go! I promised myself, and my coach, that I would! I was really sweating, my face was seriously turning red, like I was eating a fireball! All of my teammates and coaches were all staring at me. I was so terrified and I felt like I was in the ocean with sharks surrounding me and going to eat me any second! “OK, this is silly” I told myself. ‘I 'm going for it!” I started to run in very slow motion and sped up, I started putting my hands on the ground and I could just see eyes staring right at me! I began to put my hands back, well they were touching the other side of my body, well very quickly lifting my body up from the ground and…… Finishing!! I could already see my friends coming to me and putting their hands out so give me a REAL BIG HIGH FIVE! Well my coaches were coming right after them! I seriously jumped up and down with the most excitement I’ve ever had! I was trying to get that for years I felt like! And guess what? I did it! Gladly,that was the last rotation before we got to go home! I was so thrilled to tell my mom

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What would you attempt to do if you could not fail. For you it might be talk your parents into giving you a car, or a thousand dollars. For me, I would attempt to do a double backflip on the ground. When I was about 9 years old, my sister could do a front flip on our trampoline. I thought it was really cool and I wanted to do it so badly. Later that year I taught myself how to do a front flip. I thought it was so cool so I did one hundred that day. When I turned 11, I taught myself how to do a backflip on our trampoline. It took a while because it was so much different than a front flip. My friend (Calen) came over one day and he wanted to learn how to do a backflip so I tried to teach him but he just couldn't commit. When I turned 12, he came to my house again and wanted to learn a corkscrew. We looked up a video on my IPad on YouTube and we tried to do it but it seemed impossible. While trying a corkscrew, Calen got more and more positive that he could do a backflip and sure enough, he had

I looked around to brag about it to my brother. When I looked at him, he had blood gushing out of his nose. My heart started pounding and I ran up to him. I had kicked him in the face when I did my flip. I asked him to not tell on me because I did not want to get in trouble. We tried to think of something to stop the bleeding because I did not want to go inside the house and have to explain what happened. Our aunt and uncle are the parents that would be upset and yell at us for doing dangerous things, which is why I did not want to tell them.

I was hurdling pushing off my leg in mid air and I felt a pop in my right hamstring. I thought I had a charlie horse or something. I fell on the ground holding my hamstring. I was stuck on the ground for a while and the trainer had to bring some crutches down.

Baseball season was on the horizon and I needed to replace my bag so we drove to Academy. On the way to Academy I felt really tired but who doesn't when their sick. I started to walk into Academy and made it fifteen yards before everything went dark. I woke up being rushed into the ER hearing a lot of unfamiliar voices and the feeling of blood coming out of the side of my head. I was told that I had a seizure, shortly after that a familiar voice came in it was my grandma and behind her my mom and dad. I a matter of hours I had the situation explained and 8 staples in my head. Once moved to a regular room I was able to wash the blood out of my hair and take a shower.

MY callused feet hit the mat and pressure shoots through into me. Like lightning, the energy runs in through my arms and down into the mat below me. A sense of relief floods over me as I salute the judge almost subconsciously. I walk off the mat and can feel my teams and coaches warm embrace in the air. I nailed it. Gymnastics has always been a huge part of my life and holds a special place in my heart. I once read something that describes my love and passion for gymnastics. It goes along the lines of this… “Gymnastics is like a drug. Its killing your body, but you keep coming back for more because it’s so addicting.”…. Every gymnast understands. We have a love hate relationship with the sport, but we can’t imagine our lives without it. It is part of me that I will never be able to get rid of. I have had my fair share of struggles with gymnastics. Setbacks that I am still going through, but that I will not let take over me. I was torn apart from my team, forced to go 2 ½ years without gymnastics and once I got it back, something happened that I almost let take over my long sought after

Once the hour was up, I headed up the stairs to find my team gathered together and stretching. I sat and joined the clutter of cheerleaders to stretch myself as well so I don’t get hurt during my performance. Our coach finally showed up and ordered us to huddle up around her. “Close your eyes,” she demanded. We all new exactly what this meant. I obeyed her orders and listened for her to turn on our music for the routine. “Ding Ding. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5…” I started counting and imagining every step and motion I take in the routine we are about to perform. After the 2 minutes and 30 seconds was up, I opened my eyes, Stood up with the rest of the squad, and followed our coach down to the practice area. We waited for our turn to warm up stunts. After about 5 minutes, one of the staff members instructed us that it was our turn in the dead mat. We had 6 minutes on each floor: stunts, then tumbling, then the big floor which is where we mark and run through our entire routine. Once done with all of that, we walked over, panting, to the drinking fountain and filled our plastic cup we were given with water. I threw away my cup and walked over to my coach, still trying to catch my breathe. The others joined and she gave us a pep talk. We all bowed our heads to pray, then got in our walk-in lines. I looked at the girl next to me,” We got this. It will all hit if you just believe in yourself and everyone

There was no way anyone could just do that, or everyone would do it. Turns out, I was right about that. Every day I find myself practicing the techniques and pushing against my physical and mental limitations. Sometimes, it gets frustrating, and thoughts of self-doubt and incompetence find their way into my conscience. But when all the pieces finally fall together, that feeling of complete and total accomplishment makes it all worth it. The feeling of empowerment that comes with what I do motivates my every