I'm standing at the end of a carpeted foam runway in a new purple leotard, waiting for the signal to run full speed and launch myself upside down and over a large shoulder-height vaulting table. I'm so jittery I'm afraid I'm going to twist an ankle before I even get to the springboard. There are sixteen events happening at once in this huge facility--4 of each apparatus--so I'm surrounded by music, applause, shouting, the slam of springs, the squeak of bars, and the constant buzz of excited kids. It's pretty much your average gymnastics meet. Except that my last competition was in 1993 and I'm now 40 years old.
If this sounds like one of those bizarre recurring dreams where you find yourself back in high school, it sure felt that way at times. But not only did I sign up for a gymnastics meet 24 years after I'd last competed, I wasn't the only adult there. Eighteen others were in it with me, gymnasts of varying levels and backgrounds and experience, all crazy enough to get out there with the kids just for the thrill of flipping and flying.
I'd heard about this AAU meet from a network of adult gymnastics enthusiasts, and the chance was just too good to pass up. With part time coaching allowing me an hour or so a week to play around in the gym, and CrossFit making me feel stronger than ever, I had begun to realize that I could perform many of the same skills that I loved as a kid. I decided that my skill level was appropriate for Gold division (within the USAGymnastics Xcel program), and when I turned in my entry, I had a month and a half to prepare. Oh, and I'd never vaulted over the table at that point.
If you're a former gymnast who hasn't chalked up for the better part of a decade (or two), who hasn't looked down from the four foot height of a beam since you were four feet high yourself, who can't turn upside down without seeing stars, I have two words for you: muscle memory. It's true: if you can get yourself into reasonably good shape by any means--running, Crossfit, aerobics, triathlons, barre classes, tap dancing to gangsta rap--you will be amazed not only at what you can still do, but at how fun and addictive it is. Not only did I manage to vault over the apparatus, I put together a bar routine with two kips, a cartwheel and handstand for beam, and a side aerial plus a front handspring-roundoff connection to fulfill floor requirements. Simone Biles I am not. But pretty agile for a mom of three, I am!
But listen, former gymnasts: don't worry about what you used to do, enjoy what you CAN do. Because my marathon friends-- thirtysomething professionals and fortysomething housewives--don't enter races to beat the world class athletes. They enter because they CAN. My tennis-playing-mama-friends, they're not trying to beat the local varsity kids, they're playing for the excitement of the game. You can have fun and stay active by putting a basketball goal in your driveway, and truly, no one is tallying your airballs. Gymnastics, too, is worth doing at ANY level because it's thrilling. It's challenging. It's impressive. It's a great workout. Throw out your old standards of perfectionism, check your ego at the door, and try to remember why you did gymnastics in the first place: because it's fun to do cool tricks.
Are you completely out of shape? Not a former gymnast? Guess what. Gymnastics is for you, too! You can start at 25. You can start at 55. Know what's more fun than an elliptical machine? CARTWHEELS. Want to compete? Bronze division has your name all over it. With very minimal, beginning level skills, you can compete, and you can be proud of that forward roll or that shaky walk down the beam or that heavy thudding cartwheel, because you are still doing something way cooler than speed walking.
I went into this adult competition with a "bucket list" mentality. A one-time crazy experience, like skydiving. I just wanted to remember what it felt like to compete, to see if I could score higher as a chill adult than I ever did as a nervous kid (I did, in every single event), to put all these recycled tricks to use. In the end, what I found was that the best part was meeting people who were as crazy as I am. And now I'm already thinking...maybe I should do this again?
Are you intrigued? Do you want to bust out that sweet 1996 color blocked crushed velvet key-hole backed leotard with matching scrunchie and join in the fun? Of course you do. Go find a local gym and turn upside down.
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