Narrative Essay About Gymnastics

On my way to the competition, as I always have, I inserted my earbuds into my ears and watched as our car passed hundreds of trees. Every gymnastics meet created such a sickening feeling in my stomach and made my head spin. My father asked if I felt alright. I lied and told him I felt fine. I jokingly said that I only imagined myself at the top of the podium; a first place medal around my neck. My parents tried to encourage me to accomplish this. Therefore, they promised a stuffed animal and an ice cream cone if I won. I made a half-smile because I doubted myself too much. If only I knew what would soon happen to permanently change myself as a gymnast. When I arrived, all of my teammates crowded around me and pulled me into the gymnasium. Because we were competing at our ‘home meet’, a gymnastics competition at my team’s gymnasium, I felt more comfortable. After warm-up, I went to vault. I did not feel pleased with my score, but

My bestest friends Megan, Allie and Kylee all were super kindhearted and cheered me on!

For my report I decided to do it on gymnastics. My report will include the history about gymnastics. I will talk about how to do gymnastics and the benefits for doing gymnastics. I will also explain how I am involved in gymnastics. In the late eighteenth-and the early nineteenth-century gymnastics began. It started in Germany. Johann Friedrich Gutsmuths and Friedrich Ludwig Jahn created gymnastics. It is different now because back then they did not have all of the things that we have now. To do gymnastics, you need lots strength and flexibility. Some of The rules for gymnastics are that on floor you have to stay inside the line so if you are doing flips on the floor when you land you must be inside the line Gymnastics is good for you because

I was late in entering the realm of tennis as a lanky eleven-year-old. Among the countless midgets who had gripped onto a racquet since birth, my presence was uncomfortably conspicuous. Yet, I unabashedly attended every lesson, willing to stay for hours.

Would you ever choose something that you love so much, but you know will impact the rest of your life? Would you be willing to compromise your current lifestyle or what could happen in your future? Those are choices that you are required to decide before entering any sport, but those questions are most prevalent when wanting to join gymnastics. In my life I have faced tons of pros and cons in result of this sport, but made this choice long ago. I chose to put time and energy into doing what I love and doing it whenever I can, but I also chose to compromise my growing and all of the other opportunities that I occasionally miss. Today I will be covering how gymnastics impacts your growth, this is due to genetic and environmental factors, your developmental stage, and high impacts on your bones.

We played at the Bartlett gym. It is a small metal gym with a tile floor. That is slick as glass and a big circular fan at one end of the court. It smelled like sweat and popcorn. And i heard the squeak of the shoes. It was are first game. They have played a few games before us we were a little nervous. I started on A team and we played hard. ‘I did get in foul trouble and had to sit a little’. ‘’ my first fouls was when I tried to stuff a kid and hit the kid’’.

Crash, I had split the beam . I was not ready for this. The nerves got to the best of me. I had fallen on my head , and gotten a concussion. I was doing my flight series which was a back handspring layout step-out. My hand for my handspring had slipped and my head went straight onto the beam. I was at my first meet of season. Beam has never been my strongest event. Thank god my coach was there she had gotten me up and took me to the gym medics. This was my last event too of the meet so then they said “the best option to figure out if my head is ok is to go to the hospital” they said this to my parents.

Our drill director decided to stop by and see how we were doing. There was an issue that we had talked about before where the color guard would mesh with the drum line, while throwing a toss at the same time. This was extremely dangerous considering that we had no control of our flags and of how close we were to other people. Because of this, the drill director decided to change the drill so that we would be moving while throwing the toss. I was extremely resentful of this because i was not very good at this toss and now i would be moving while the flag was in the air. The first few times we went through the new drill i simply did not throw the toss and when i decided to throw it i would not throwing it as high as it was supposed to be. Once i had the drill completely memorized, i decided to push myself and throw the toss the way i knew to, with all of my strength and keeping my free hand in the air. We were going through the set and i was nailing it, i threw my flag up high up into the sky, watching it as it spun round and round. It seemed to come down with double the force that it was thrown with and because of that and because i didn't leave my free hand in the air to catch the flag and to guard my face i t came crashing down onto my nose. My hand flew up to my nose and i ran from the flag, not wanting to mess up anything else. I knew right away that my nose was bleeding. I took my hand away from my nose and

Spring of my junior year in high school, I joined track with wishful thinking. I’m going to do track, run sprints, and get into great shape for summer. However, with my luck it didn’t work out how I wanted. A week into the track season, I went to our school’s field to play a pick-up game of soccer. In the process of going to the field, I had to climb over a fence. Simple? I really should of thought this through, but didn’t. As I jumped over and landed, a loud pop sound came from my knee loud enough for my friends to hear. I sat there crying in front of my friends for a minute or two, but got up trying to walk it off. As you can see no is not an option for me, as I tried play a soccer game with a swollen knee cap. I was confused what happened, I didn’t know exactly happened. But sharp pains were shooting through my leg as I limped around the field. Little did I know a swollen and bruised knee meant torn ligaments.

I went to the park and I practiced with one of my teammates that was willing to

The crackling sound of my nose as a cheerleader’s elbow snapped the bones in half, I dashed into the locker room. Now you are probably wondering how this happened. Finishing a tiring day of school, I went strolling into the gym ready to start practice. While setting up the mats my coaches walked in with a positive attitude and a speaker ready to run our routine, preparing us for the next competition. After an exhausting practice of hard work, sweat, and tears we had the option of staying after to work on our tumbling. Me being the person I am, constantly stressing, I decided to stay after. Little did I know this tragedy would happen. A cheerleader asked me to spot her on a tumbling pass and, of course, I said yes because I want everyone to

Using my old experience and old habits I had become just as good or even better than before. As I was on the freshman team for gymnastics, I had brushed off the rustiness from the break that I had taken. Even though the sport is as not tough and rough as club, I still felt the rush that I did before. As I take the skills and lessons that I learned from club gymnastics, I still work just as hard and have just as much fun. As freshman year continued, I started to remember the habits and the reasons why I loved this sport. With a different coach and new teammates, I still felt at home. Jumping back onto the equipment was like riding a bike, even though I was a little rusty at first, I will always remember what was taught to me. Throughout freshman year I have improved and grown potential that I hope to apply later in life and later in gymnastics. I push for new skills and moves every day, but most importantly the sport makes me feel

Maia's Gymnastics Goal My Goals: I had multiple goals and expectations from my self when coming to this unit. First and foremost I wanted to create a presentable gymnastics routine which incorporates a few somewhat complex partner balances and a verity of different rolls. My second goal was to enhance my silks regarding jumps and turns. Did you achieve your goals?

I was staying at Morgan’s house for the day. We were playing on her indoor trampoline, and suddenly I had a bright idea. I would jump on the trampoline, while jumping on a ball. This, as you can imagine, didn’t turn out so well. I fell over and hit the right side of my forehead. Thankfully my parents had just arrived to pick me up. My dad hurried and put me in his

The crowd was roaring like wild animals. Our teams had switched sides to start the second match and everything came into focus then. I could hear individual people cheering in the crowd, the student section was going nuts. The smell of the butter coming from the popcorn at the concession stands suddenly stood out to me. Most importantly, I could feel the yearning and the passion coming from my teammates. We wanted this win–bad. I was one of the leading hitters on the team and it was my job to produce the big hits for the team and motivate them to take everything the other team would hit at us. We started the second game and things were still going well for us! It wasn’t a fluke! We were playing well because we were working hard. If we didn’t hit hard they were going to pound it down, we couldn’t let up. So when our setter set me up and I saw out of the corner of my eye a triple block I knew I had to get it through their hands, but the ball was behind my head. In that split second I made a decision that changed my life forever. I swung away and I felt my shoulder pop and then the worst pain of my life went through my entire arm. I grabbed it right away knowing something was wrong. I’ve never felt pain like this in a game before. In that moment I knew that was the one. Every player knows what it’s like to get hurt. You get sprained ankles and sprained knees all the time, but this was the injury I knew had been coming to me. I looked up at my parents in the crowd and they knew too. Something was wrong.