As all former gymnasts will attest, you're never really a former gymnast. You're a gymnast. No matter what injury you suffered that took you out of the game, no matter how many years have passed, there's some small part of you that believes, "Yeah, I could still do that." Gymnastics isn't like other sports - it's not like running, you can't just wake up and go for a tumble. So as a gymnast, long before you ever think about, you're already marked with this ridiculously cruel expiration date. It has to end someday. Your aging body, lack of equipment, no access to facilities - something will put an end to your gymnastics career. And the saddest part is that it's almost never by your choice.
Now mine is a long story but it's not unlike any other gymnasts' story out there. You had something you loved, you lost it. And that was hugely traumatic. I suspect my story will come up throughout this blog, but for now I'm all about moving forward. A couple weeks ago, after fooling around in the gym after coaching, I got to the point that I didn't just think, "Yeah, I could still do that". No, I said aloud, "I'm doing this!" And then I ordered grips, just in case anyone doubted me.
This blog exists to document the most insane thing I've ever tried to do: return to the competitive gymnastics world after nearly a decade of leaving it behind. Oh yeah, and if I'm going to compete, I have to be a Level 9. At any rate, I'm a week or two into this endeavor and it occurred to me that I should probably be writing about my experience. Not just for your entertainment, but just in case there's anyone out there thinking maybe they aren't a former gymnast either.
Thanks for reading!