S: Written by Virginia Lee
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FC: My Gymnastics Life
1: When I began Gymnastics, I expected to learn physical skills that would help me in my life of exercise. I had absolutely no idea that I would have to make a life- altering decision, forcing me to use every last bit of bravery I had gained through my gymnastics career. | This decision was ending gymnastics.
2: I had been in gymnastics for what seemed to be my entire life, but over the past few years some drastic changes had been made. I found myself not even wanting to be in gymnastics anymore.
3: On the night of my team's large home gymnastics meet, I returned to the gym we rented to put away some of the supplies we had borrowed.
4: After a few long and difficult discussions with my mom, we decided that I would speak with my coach after everything was put away, and tell her I could not continue gymnastics any longer. | I was also going to have to talk to my coach all by myself. It was the saddest and scariest hour of my entire life.
5: Eventually, that dreaded time came when I was to tell my coach that I couldn't do gymnastic anymore. I stood there, shaking, and I wiped my forehead that felt as if it was about to start dripping sweat. I told myself, Virginia. Settle down. You can do this. I took a deep breath and began to speak.
6: On the verge of tears, I told her that I thought God was leading me in a different direction. I just didn't feel right in gymnastics anymore. I was surprised when my coach understood everything I said. I was also surprised that I never actually started crying- until I saw my mom. | My gymnastics life was officially over, and from here on, things would be so much different than it was. It took me a while before I was able to really grasp what I had just said and done.
7: Even though I was upset at the thought of leaving gymnastics and what had been my life for as long as I could remember, I was still proud of myself for doing what it took to get out of the sadness I felt in gymnastics. | I had done something I had never imagined possible, but I was proud of myself for accomplishing it.