October 25th is here, today’s the big day of the 2014 Beach District Cheerleading Competition. This is the one chance my team has to go to regionals. I woke up this morning with a knot in my stomach because I knew our time had come. We’ve worked so hard these past 3 months to perfect and clean our routine, we knew what we had to do to win. Waiting in the common area for our team to get called is very nerve wrecking, my heart is pounding in fear and excitement. Were all watching the other teams on this big projector they set up for us. I don’t like watching them because if there routine hits perfectly it’s even bigger competition for us and half of the team starts freaking out. I’m waiting patiently to be called but I know when that time comes
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I hate when it does that because I feel like I’m going to pass out. Our first stop in warm-ups is warming up our jumps and cheer. This part isn’t so bad because it buys us time from performing, but for some odd reason the line was moving pretty fast. Now were on the actual warm-up floor, this is the time to warm up our stunts and run through our routine. WE have a short amount of time in each area so we need to use our time wisely. We start to run through the routine once or twice and move on to or stunts. I’m really exciting to warm-up stuns because I have a great stunt group and I know we will hit. I have to calm myself down and not overthink anything because my body is going numb once again. We start to warm-up our switch up and the first time it doesn’t hit. We warm it up the second time and it still doesn’t hit. By the third time comes were all just very confused because our stunt always hits, it’s never fallen before. I don’t know if were doing something wrong or were all just nervous. We try it one more time and it finally hits, at this point we have a sense of relief. Everyone is done warming up and patiently waiting for the team before us to be …show more content…
When we go out on the floor everything is loud and bright. Our routine has started and I’m pumped. I’m hitting all my motions smiling, yelling the cheer with excitement and walking to my first stunt. We set to do the stunt and it goes up and I catch the foot, the stunt hits then she falls. At that moment I felt like the world stopped, that everything we did all, of our hard work, long practices just went down the drain. Today was the day I experienced failure. I failed my team, I didn’t do the job that I was supposed to do. I tried so hard not to cry but I knew I had to finish out the rest of the routine strong. As soon as it was over I ran off the matt crying hysterically. No one knows what’s it’s like not to hit a stunt if there not a cheerleader, it’s the worst feeling in the world. Despite the fact we had another stunt fall and a tumble bust none of that mattered to me. It was the fact that my stunt fell and there was nothing I could do to keep it up. Up until the awards I racked my brain thinking all of the things I could’ve did to save it, but then I realize there’s was nothing I could’ve did. I gave my all today, I gave one hundred and ten percent in everything I did, but it wasn’t
I hate when it does that because I feel like I’m going to pass out. Our first stop in warm-ups is warming up our jumps and cheer. This part isn’t so bad because it buys us time from performing, but for some odd reason the line was moving pretty fast. Now were on the actual warm-up floor, this is the time to warm up our stunts and run through our routine. WE have a short amount of time in each area so we need to use our time wisely. We start to run through the routine once or twice and move on to or stunts. I’m really exciting to warm-up stuns because I have a great stunt group and I know we will hit. I have to calm myself down and not overthink anything because my body is going numb once again. We start to warm-up our switch up and the first time it doesn’t hit. We warm it up the second time and it still doesn’t hit. By the third time comes were all just very confused because our stunt always hits, it’s never fallen before. I don’t know if were doing something wrong or were all just nervous. We try it one more time and it finally hits, at this point we have a sense of relief. Everyone is done warming up and patiently waiting for the team before us to be …show more content…
When we go out on the floor everything is loud and bright. Our routine has started and I’m pumped. I’m hitting all my motions smiling, yelling the cheer with excitement and walking to my first stunt. We set to do the stunt and it goes up and I catch the foot, the stunt hits then she falls. At that moment I felt like the world stopped, that everything we did all, of our hard work, long practices just went down the drain. Today was the day I experienced failure. I failed my team, I didn’t do the job that I was supposed to do. I tried so hard not to cry but I knew I had to finish out the rest of the routine strong. As soon as it was over I ran off the matt crying hysterically. No one knows what’s it’s like not to hit a stunt if there not a cheerleader, it’s the worst feeling in the world. Despite the fact we had another stunt fall and a tumble bust none of that mattered to me. It was the fact that my stunt fell and there was nothing I could do to keep it up. Up until the awards I racked my brain thinking all of the things I could’ve did to save it, but then I realize there’s was nothing I could’ve did. I gave my all today, I gave one hundred and ten percent in everything I did, but it wasn’t