Reflection Paper On Gymnastics

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My heart is beating rapidly. I am filled with trepidation. Can I perform? Will I remember my routines? Will I stick the landing? Will I keep my legs straight? What if I fall off the beam? What if I disappoint my coaches? What if I’m not the best? What if…?

As an eight-year-old little girl walking into this massive gymnasium filled with girls who look the part, coaches strutting around, judges watching your every move. I want to run away.

My friends are all at home watching Hannah Montana and playing with their Barbies and there I stand facing mature competition and testing my physical capabilities.

The four pieces of apparatus that I have spent countless hours training on and conquering suddenly look daunting. I am shaking like a leaf. …show more content…

Suddenly the hall, that I love more than home, becomes torture. I no longer can jump from bar to bar, do flips with ease, run up to the vault, jump over and feel like I am flying. From now onwards I become petrified of anything that is associated with gymnastics. The machines become petrifying.

I continue gymnastics for a year after but it becomes miserable for me. I no longer have a passion for spending hours with my team doing flips. I come up with every excuse I can possibly think of to get out of going to gymnastics. During this year I have not yet admitted to myself that I am scared. After a year of tears, fear and exhaustion I approach my mom and explain my feelings to her. I decide to leave with all the amazing memories I have and leave a winner rather than being resentful and hating the thing I love the most.

It is very hard for me to watch what I thought was my life shatter in front of my …show more content…

I am forever grateful for the lessons I learnt, the people I met, the experience I gained and I now know what true love is. Gymnastics has made me into the person I am today. When something scares me I know how to conquer my fears, I know how to set goals, to deal with disappointment and I will always keep the leotards and tracksuits as memorabilia of a very special time in my life. I am not a quitter, I have left a

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