gymnastics

I miss it.

When I tried martial arts earlier this year, I kept moving like a gymnast and fumbling all the kicks because I kept trying to make everything fluid. And I still point my toes without thinking.

I miss the rush of adrenaline whenever I step into my gym. I miss the proudly earned callouses on my hands and feet, the grip of the balance beam in my hands whenever I'm in a handstand. I miss being absurdly flexible and receiving praises from coaches for flexibility and perfect form.

I think I miss floor routines and fumbling most of all.

I can still manage handstands, cartwheels (even one-handed ones), and round-offs. But I miss being able to do back handsprings, walkovers, front tucks, and full splits. I had one terrifying accident after I stopped going to the gym and nearly cracked my head open.

I can't try to relearn anything without a spotter who knows what they're doing. Maybe I'll join the Bryn Mawr GymOwls during spring semester.