My blogs

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Blogs I follow

Triple Twist Gym Blog

Gymnast #391

Rewriting Russian Gymnastics

The Balance Beam Situation

Bekah's "Get A Grip" Gym Blog

Gummy Bears and Gymnastics

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About me

Gender	Female
Introduction	So, I’m hoping this is the first about me that I like. The first about me that I finish. The first time I’ve figured out me :) I’m a sucker for nice people. People who don’t laugh when I tell them I love Taylor Swift. People who will watch ANTM with me and don’t give me an up-down when I tell them I want to model even though I’m not tall nor am I skinny. I like quotes and songs that make me feel something, that make me feel OK in that moment – whether it’s to help me cry, laugh, smile, or remind me that life isn’t so bad after all. I love gymnastics and finally started to do adult gymnastics in March 2010, after my final college swim season. Sometimes I miss the smell of chlorine on my skin and that adrenaline rush during a race and that amazing feeling you get when you touch the wall, look at the clock, and realized you’ve finally dropped that pesky .10 of a second you’ve been working at for so long. But as my mom says, you have to grow up at some point. You can’t be like Peter Pan forever.

Gender

Female

Introduction

So, I’m hoping this is the first about me that I like. The first about me that I finish. The first time I’ve figured out me :)

I’m a sucker for nice people. People who don’t laugh when I tell them I love Taylor Swift. People who will watch ANTM with me and don’t give me an up-down when I tell them I want to model even though I’m not tall nor am I skinny. I like quotes and songs that make me feel something, that make me feel OK in that moment – whether it’s to help me cry, laugh, smile, or remind me that life isn’t so bad after all. I love gymnastics and finally started to do adult gymnastics in March 2010, after my final college swim season. Sometimes I miss the smell of chlorine on my skin and that adrenaline rush during a race and that amazing feeling you get when you touch the wall, look at the clock, and realized you’ve finally dropped that pesky .10 of a second you’ve been working at for so long. But as my mom says, you have to grow up at some point. You can’t be like Peter Pan forever.