The Life of a Gymnast
Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep. Here starts another morning of waking up at 4:30 a.m. and getting ready for workout at five. Drowsily, I get out of bed to put on my leotard and brush my teeth and make sure my hair is out of my face. I eat a quick breakfast on my way to the gym. I am one of the six gymnasts here this early in the morning. We start running once the clock hits five. We run for a straight twenty minutes moving all of our limbs at the same time. We sit down to start stretching. I always lead the stretches. We do everything as a team. We run together, we stretch together, and we get in trouble together. Once we are through stretching, our coach tells us how much harder we need to work today. We always condition in the mornings. We start on the high bar by doing chin-ups and leg lifts. Then we move over to the rope. We have to climb the rope all
When you love something so much, it is your life. The last event we work on is the floor. , because I have to be back at the gym by two. We run for twenty minutes and stretch for the second time today. Then we do sprints one after another. I have missed out on getting involved in partying all the time and not being responsible. Our coach always lets us get some water at this point. The second thing we work on for the day is the vault.
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