Remi is in the level 6/7/8 optional group. Over the last year, she's been hamstrung by a couple of injuries, including time out from knee surgery. That sidelined her from competing out of level 6 (her current crop of level 7 teammates are now up-training level 8 skills). She's been doing well at playing catch-up in some areas; but on bars, she's been struggling.
So yesterday she showed me that she can straddle cast handstand. That was good enough for me to spot her on giants, which she has been putting off for at least a couple of weeks now, since I started bugging her about stepping it up.
Of all the gymnasts in the gym, I think she has the most gorgeous, natural tap swings on bars. 2 years ago, I had high hopes of her owning a great flyaway and great giant swings. She has the natural attributes, but lacks the confidence at the moment.
Bars was our last rotation Tuesday night. I tried to get her to do her giants with a spot, but she wore down the clock. She said she promised to do them on Friday and I shot back, "I want that in writing!"
Remi, ever with the wry sense of humor, between the end of bars rotation and during some brief strength training before the end of workout, somehow finds the time to grab pen and paper and jot out a "binding" contract. I was preoccupied with situating the girls to line up over at floor for one more strength exercise when Remi shoved the paper in my face and told me to "sign here." I glanced at it and smirked; scribbled very quickly without reading it since my mind was on getting the girls over to floor. Remi got Reanna to sign as a witness, then handed me the paper. I read it when I got home and it gave me a good chuckle.
She came to practice tonight and bars was our first rotation. She reminded me that it wasn't Friday. But I told her she's just going to be scared again on Friday so why put off confronting until then what she can confront now. I also played her and Amanda off one another (Amanda was diagnosed with scoliosis and has not attempted her giants for about as long as Remi; last year she didn't train to compete but has recently shown some interest in doing so for next season). In the end, 10 minutes past our bar rotation, Remi put off doing her giant swings; and from Amanda, I salvaged at least getting her to do a few cast handstands into layout flyaways- something she's not done since she stopped trying giants (Time to "Amanda up", as I tell her).
So as you readers are my witness, in 2 days come heck or high water, Remi will go for her giants this Friday (first rotation: Bars). How do I know this? 'Cause I have a signed document from her, a binding pact, pledging that she will put on her big girl pants on Friday and come to the edge....(she loves this poem):
“Come to the edge.”
“We can’t. We’re afraid.”
“Come to the edge.”
“We can’t. We will fall.”
“Come to the edge.”
And they came.
And he pushed them.
And they flew.
-Alternate version of poem by Christopher Logue (popularly attributed to Guilliaume Apollinaire)
In two days...Remi will come to the edge...and I will push her out of the nest; and she will experience the joys of flying around the bar.
Once again, how do I know this?
Because I have this in writing, making this a done deal. It's official. More solid than one of Remi's formal handshakes. This contract may not be legally binding; but it is morally binding.