It started off with just me and the cheese mat. Everyday I came to gymnastics and it greeted me with a sort of comforting smile and I knew that whenever I flipped on it, it had my back and that I would never fall on it or hurt myself when I did my back tucks on it.
Meeting with the Mentor
All up until one day when my coach, Mr. CJ, called me over and told me something. He told me that I was ready to move onto the mat onto the mat on the floor and that I should be doing my standing back tucks on there from now on until I land it. He said that he would spot me the first time I did it but for the rest of the times I would have to do it by myself.
Crossing the Threshold
At first I objected stating that I wasn't ready for that kind of challenge yet. Spot or not I wasn't going to do it and risk hurting myself. No matter how ready he said I was.
Test, Allies, & Enemies
He then filled my head with persuasion; “You got this” “You can do it” “You'll be fine”. My fellow gymnastics buddies also started to say that I was ready and that I would be fine. All of that got me thinking that I really was ready for the challenge.
I then stepped off of my fellow friend, the cheese mat. As I walked off of him… I made my way towards her: the big, blue, tormenting, floor that messes with my head. I looked over my shoulder at cheese mat and he gave me a sort of sad look because I was moving on to slay my demons. He then gave me a good luck look that took some pressure off of my chest.
Mr. CJ then grabbed a stick mat and dragged it across the floor to where I was standing. He lined it up in front of me and said that I would first do a standing back tuck on the thin mat that was on the floor with him, then he would take the mat away from me and let me do it by myself on the floor. As I began to get discouraged I looked around at everyone else and they had comforting smiles on their faces. I then looked down at the mat where she gave me a wink of relief because even she knew that I was ready for it.