Reflection On Gymnastics

A Turning Point
Gymnastics was my life! It was all I could think of, everything I needed. Except for one day changed it all. On December 1, 2015, it was just a normal day. I went to practice at 4:00, we conditioned and got to work. The floor was our first event of the night. It went as expected, We went through our routines as well as a few fundamentals. The vault was always my favorite event, I just loved how powerful I could feel. It was like flying in the air. Warm-ups went as normal as any other day, doing yurchenko (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZjpCHZHuD04) was the pass that was required for a level eight and up. I was completing my passes as I would usually do, but one time it didn't go as I expected. I had landed on the springboard

( Magnetic resonance imaging) My mom and I were anxious to find out if any ligament was torn in my knee. As the doctor came in I could feel the downcast he brought into the room. His was low and soft, “ I´m sorry, but you have torn your meniscus, the recovery time is only 4 weeks so you should be back to gymnastics soon.¨ Gymnastics was all I ever needed, my first meet was two weeks away from the surgery date. I was in shock, it may not seem like a big deal, but for a gymnast it was everything. The morning of the surgery went well, I was nervous but also excited to just get back to my life. The nurses hooked me up to a heart rate monitor, they started my I.V., (Intravenous therapy) I was not scared because I was sedated, acting all crazy of course.
The operating room was very cold, the table they made me move to was extremely hard and very uncomfortable. I could hear a faint sound of Selena Gomez music in the background of the nurses talking. They had put a hose under my gown that pushed out warm air to keep me warm. At one point I took the hose out and pointed it at the nurses in the room. Everything was a blur moving forward. I remember waking up after the surgery, all I wanted to do was go back to sleep. They gave me strawberry jello so they could make sure I could keep a food down in my

I conditioned, worked on the bars, I was determined. One week had passed and I was already on my feet, of cour, e a little weak and still not one hundred percent but I was improving. My first meet of the season was a week and a half away, I was putting a lot of stress on my body and had to slow down. The meet did not go as I hoped, I fell on the bars and the floor, but the vault I competed was amazing. I could feel myself soaring through the sky. Gymnastics always brought new things to my life, traveling to new places, trying different cultures, new foods. It was the best part of my