Gymnast-Personal Narrative

There I was up in the air. There I was standing up on two girls hands’ high in the air with my back spot holding me tight as the crowd stared in aw. I was in a huge building, looking down at a blue mat. One mistake and I fall hard to the ground, and disappoint everyone around. I was sweating like a pig, I felt a drop of sweat hit my neck as I went on. I ran in fear, jumped nervously, all while I tried my hardest, but will it be enough…

I landed face first. As I collected the pile of papers scattered around me, I cringed and briskly glanced at the unfamiliar faces fixated on my every move below the narrow landing of the school stair case. I briefly questioned whether I was in a cliché high school film before I was brought back to the reality of my freshman year by a stranger who yelled at me to move so she could get to class. As I fumbled back up on my feet and trudged to my sixth period class, my thoughts lingered on the unsurprising nature of this turn of events. Only two weeks earlier I tumbled to the ground in the middle of a half marathon. This clumsiness was not a new development. My evident lack of coordination had loomed over me since childhood, memorialized by the

I completed my floor routine with ease! It showcased my best event and I nailed it; however, bars really created the pressure. My coach for the event was Coach Alex, and the determination I felt to make him proud overwhelmed me. I loved all my coaches, but he stood out as someone very special. I knew I would miss his constant nagging at me. I approached the springboard, enveloped with chalk and trembling from head to toe. I hit the springboard with such power it jumped backwards. My hands felt like fire as I spun around the bars. My hands released the low bar and after an eternity, I felt the bar again, but by that time I grasped onto the high bar. Before I knew it, I had finished my last bar routine with a successful

My plans when I get older where like every other child's. I want to be in the NFL. To get where I am you have to start at a young age. I showed up at practice everyday and on time. I also studied the play sheets and went through all my routes. I studied day and night to be where I am. It wasn't easy. There was no time to play games get in trouble do drugs or hang out with friend on an everyday bases. You have to tighten up be a man. It's not like I woke up one day and I was starting running back I had to do what's right stay in school not miss a day because that one day could have been the most important day ever and I wouldn't have even known. You know why?? Because I was and didn't show up to school. Don't be that person I used to be.

As a former gymnast, cheerleading was never something I planned on doing. In the gymnastics world, cheer was hated. Gymnasts everywhere claimed that cheerleading “stole” tumbling from us. So when I made the Junior Varsity team my freshman year, I expected the worst. Looking back, cheer has taught me more life lessons in the past four years than gymnastics ever did in the ten years I was a gymnast.

Some may see my life as a series of disappointments. I see my life as a path to molding my future. Since birth, I have been met by doctor's giving me disappointing, challenging, restricting news. I was born with one club foot, and severe flat feet, along with congenital hip dysplasia forcing me to crawl and walk later than normal development. As I began elementary school, I developed a love for gymnastics and pursued this path through 6th grade, only to be told again I could not continue due to now developing scoliosis, spondylolisthesis, and spondylolysis. Having to give up my love of gymnastics, and wear a hard plastic brace was disappointing and challenging, but this led me to a new love and passion to play tennis. I was able to finish

Once upon a time, there was a gymnast named Skyler, and she lived happily ever after. The end. Well, it’s a bit longer than that.

All I could pay attention to were the Doctor’s socks, sticking out from under his trousers. They had little sushis on them. I half-listened to his words- they sounded garbled like they would underwater. After a failed physical therapy program and a disappointing first doctor's’ appointment I prepared myself for the worst. After all, Osteochondritis Dissecans doesn’t exactly sound optimistic. My hearing finally came back to focus at the words “I can fix your arm. You can do gymnastics again.” I study the doctor. He isn’t tall, he has graying hair and sushi socks. His voice is encapturing - very clear and matter o fact. “ I can fix your elbow. You can do gymnastics again. It is not going to be easy to come back. But I can do it.”

I was on the strap bar doing giants-a move in gymnastics where you go all the way around the bar without bending your arms or letting-when Coach Mario, my coach, said “Logan, you are doing well, would you like to try on the highbar?” I accepted the challenge. I got my grips on and went to the highbar. Coach Mario lifted me up. I did my pull over, I kicked my legs back and went down. I did the first giant, I did the second, I went for the third but halfway through my hands slipped and bam! My feet hit the bar

My brain goes silent. I forget my problems, my issues, my struggles, and everything that makes me feel dead inside. Nothing gives me more hope and happiness, then running on floor to hanging on a bar. From the darkness inside comes a light that feels like an eternal flame that can never be extinguished. Nothing can stop me from feeling more alive. Starting gymnastics has been the best decision I have ever made and has made me the person I am today. With every move, every skill, and every moment, gymnastics makes me feel alive.

Some kids don’t play sports. Other kids do sports that help them meet new people, be active, earning strength, and learn discipline. Lots of sports take strength, for example gymnastics and football. Gymnastics works out every bone in the body. Strength, discipline and having bones not break as easily all comes with joining gymnastics. Gymnastics is a very important sport.

Have you ever been bullied for doing something you like? Early February 2013 my Mom and I were looking for new sports online. Then we found Spokane gymnastic I thought to myself “Oh, that sounds fun”. My Mom said to me “Next week we can go to check it out if you want to” as soon as she finished talking I said yes. Next week we went I was so happy when we were talking to the front desk lady at Spokane gymnastics she set up an appointment to see what level I am. I ended up being a level 4, I thought that was so amazing.

If you know Gabby Douglas? Then you should know she is one of the world's best gymnasts She was born december 31 in Virginia Beach,Virginia. She is 4’11” tall a normal size for a gymnast. She has 6 people in her family.Her nickname is the flying squirrel. Her full names is Gabrielle Christina Victoria Douglas.

Participating in any sport has advantages, many of which can last a lifetime. The sport of gymnastics is a good example. Gymnasts develop both strength and coordination. Other helpful skills taught in gymnastics are memorization and quick thinking. Perhaps the most important and long lasting advantage to taking gymnastics is learning the perseverance and hard work every gymnast needs to succeed.

Suddenly, I dropped the racket, held my nose where he hit me and immediately went out the gym to my dad almost crying. MY NOSE IS BLEEDING, MY NOSE IS BROKEN, I thought to myself, but surprisingly, it wasn’t. I felt it, the feeling where you want to rip off the part that hurts. We had about two minutes until practice started and my dad calmed me down, and said everything was going to be okay. Luckily I didn’t have to go to the hospital. Even though my nose was on fire, I still went to practice. I practiced like usual and pretended everything was ok and nothing bad happened to me before