Gymnastics is my life, well it once was. My future was stripped away from me in a matter of seconds. I can still vividly recall the feeling of my feet slamming into the wooden bar and my body plummeting eight feet onto my head. I remember laying there so stunned I couldn't move. The pain submerged my body so immensely I felt as if I was drowning, barely being able to breath. In that moment, my life was forever changed. No longer was I able to do the thing that I loved the most, but for my sanity, I couldn’t lose that piece of my life forever. Coaching, I determined, was the only answer to my problem.
“Can we do this instead”, “I hate doing that”, unfortunately these weren’t the voices from my memories. Just weeks into my coaching career I was already beginning to question my decision. I found myself waking up every morning already dreading the day ahead. In the back of my mind I …show more content…
Their negative attitudes and mocking tones left me in a constant state of anger and frustration. My students showed no interest in the sport, and soon, my own diminished. I struggled for two years before I knew it was time for me to move on and let go of the sport that had consumed my childhood. I am not one to give up easily, but no longer could I continue working with kids who did not have the same passion for the sport that I did. I have high standards for myself and for others, and although I had hoped coaching would help me reach them, it was inadequate in doing so. I lowered my expectations time and time again, which neither benefited my students nor myself. I felt disrespected and ignored. I felt my advice was never heard. I felt I was losing sight of my reason to be there. No longer was I confident in my abilities, I felt lost doing the only thing I truly