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Personal Narrative-Wrestling Mats

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I very vividly remember hearing the wrestling mats sigh under the weight of our shoes as we waited for cheer practice to begin. We were standing along the side of the mats patiently. The room smelled of sweat and body odor. It was hot and felt quiet humid in the room, which left many of us sweaty. The door to the wrestling room opened with a little force and in walked our cheer coach. “Okay ladies,” she spoke over out light chatter. “Today we are going to start off with gymnastics. Get into three lines and take turns doing either running passes or standing passes, now is your chance to show me what you are capable of doing.” I knew that this was my one chance to prove to her that I was worthy of being on her cheer team. Taking my spot about fourth back in the line, I took a deep breath and watched as the girls in front of me did a variety of flips and twists. I had been taking gymnastics for 5 years now and was capable of doing a decent amount of tricks. …show more content…

My valdez was almost perfect. When I went into my back walkover however, something went terribly wrong. AS I set my hand on the ground and shifted my weight to my hands, by hand slipped out from underneath me and I had a sharp shooting pain bolt through my entire arm. I heard a snap followed by a bunch of gasps. I remember laying on the floor crying and my coach running over

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