I lived for gymnastics and I still do. Walking into the gym always boosts my mood and gives me a rush of determination. As I began to re-master trick after trick that first year, kips and back handsprings started to feel as easy as walking- I could almost do them in my sleep. Although some days were better than others, I always kept the faith in my mind that I could do anything. Each and every year has held one obstacle for me, seemingly larger than a mountain. Last year, my junior year, it was a backflip- especially one connected to a roundoff flip-flop. This skill was my main goal, as well as my Achilles heel- it just wasn't working. It seemed so easy; everyone else looked as if they floated through the air. I felt disappointment every day that I failed at hitting my mark. And that was most days. Sometimes it just seemed easier for me to cry or give up, but I always listened to my heart which encouraged me to keep trying. My body was constantly saying no while my heart kept screaming yes. I felt the pain and disappointment but knew that I had to go on. I have …show more content…
He saw my determination and passion for this sport from day one and knows I will keep trying until I get what I want. Throughout my high school career in gymnastics, I have learned to work through my failures and mistakes; they only make me stronger in the end. Failure only defines character and determination for success- it cannot affect me unless I let it. So bringing my past with me, I hope to conquer every mountain in my path in the future, gymnastics or not, because that determination is a part of me I will never