Gymnast’s Honor

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As the afternoon sun shined on my balance beam, I mounted with a tuck jump.

I was practicing my beam routine for an upcoming gymnastics meet.

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I did a half turn, and then launched into a cartwheel.

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When I landed, I leaned into a back-walkover.

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Then I slid down into a split, raising my hands up in the air. I was breathing hard from the effort to pull off this run-through flawlessly.

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I stood up an took a deep breath to calm myself. This was it. The grand finale. The dismount.

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I took a step forward and stopped.

My music got louder. Dun, duh duh dun, duh duh dun, duh duh dun, dun!

And then it paused for four seconds.

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I sprang into the air in that moment of silence, giving it all I had. I twirled around in a backflip.

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The instant I hit the ground I started a series of three back-handsprings that would take me to the end of the beam.

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I came out of the last back-handspring inches away from the end of the beam. I took two running steps . . .

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and leaped into an aerial.

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But I didn’t have enough height! I crashed down on the mats at the end of the beam, landing on my arm.

I let out a piercing scream. My wrist felt like it was on fire.

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Seconds later, Tracy, Saige and Savannah, the only girls at home, dashed out to where I was.

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Saige exclaimed, “We heard you scream! Are you –“

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She stopped short. I was definitely not OK. I clutched my right wrist to my chest, tears streaming down my cheeks.

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Tracy ran over to me. “Can you move your fingers?” she asked.

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I grimaced as I tried. I could move my fingers — just a little bit, and it hurt like crazy when I did.

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Tracy helped me up, and then she took me off to the hospital.

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Saige and Ana waited anxiously for us to come home. They hardly talked — they were too scared for me.

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Finally, just when they were about to burst from impatience, we came through the door.

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Savannah and Saige jumped off the couch as soon as we came in.

“You broke your arm?” Savannah yelped.

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“Yeah,” I replied as I sat down.

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Tracy put a pillow under my cast to elevate my arm — doctor’s orders.

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I lifted my hand up to show them my rainbow cast. “Anyone want to sign it?” I asked.

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Tracy grabbed a Sharpie pen, and my sisters crowded around to sign the cast.

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“So, when does the cast come off?” Ana asked as she wrote her name.

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“February 21st,” I replied. “The day of our party.”

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Saige grabbed a pen and ran over to the calendar. She flipped the page to February and circled the 21st. “Ivy’s cast off,” she said as she wrote.

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It was cool how much I got pampered just because I broke my wrist!

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It was like I had my own personal servants —  they brought my hot chocolate and magazines.

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I even got to turn my brain to mush and watch movies all day!

But that didn’t change the fact that I was going to have to miss my gymnastics meet.

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I called my coach to tell her. “Hey, Coach,” I said when she picked up. “Guess what — I broke my wrist. I won’t be able to be in the meet.”

“I’m so sorry, Ivy!” she replied. “I know you were super pumped for it. The girls will be disappointed; they all know how good you are at beam and floor. Hopefully Pine Valley Ridge Gymnastics will still stand a chance without you!”

“Thanks, Coach. Tell them I said good luck! So . . . bye.”

“Wait, one more thing, Ivy. Just remember — when you get that cast off, we’ll put it in the case of Gymnast’s Honor, if you want.”

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