I know it sounds strange but I can't wait for the bars to make my hands rip open and bleed like crazy for the first time. I want to look gross and to make people disgusted. Because as soon as my hands tear open, it's means I'm a real gymnast and that I'm getting better. I can't wait to get to show people my tear and say, "i got it at gymnastics" cause then they'll know I'm a gymnast, and that's something I'm really proud of.
And somehow that pride and glory and hope of victory override the constant pain in every muscle and bone in my body. And all these scars and tears will show my hard work, they signify that I am working hard for something I really want; gold. And though I don't have it yet, I'm gonna get it.
I love gymnastics because its kinda hard to worry when your flipping at unimaginable speed through the air. Loose concentration and you'll break your ankles.
Toodles,
Violet
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