Sunday, September 15, 2013

Vickie York Blog 2

            
           My heart was racing. I was trying to wipe the sweat from the palms of my hands. I raised my arms to salute the judges. As I stepped onto the runway, I took a deep breath. I kept reminding myself of the corrections that Coach Daniel told me repeatedly during practice. I took that first step and I was off. I ran faster and faster down the vault runway. I flipped and twisted in the air as I blocked off the vault table. I knew it was a good vault until I heard a loud snap! In that instant, I knew it was broken.
            I bit my tongue trying to fight back the tears but my coach could see the pain in my eyes. My initial thought was that I needed to finish this meet. It was the last state championships of my high school gymnastics career. My teammates rushed to my side as Coach Daniel carried me off the mat. He told me that I couldn't finish the meet but I told him that was absolutely not an option. As he taped my ankle up, many thoughts flooded my mind. How on in the world am I really going to finish this meet?

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