Am reading a challenging book and concurrently faced my challenges on the tumble tramp ce soir.

There’s a very interesting dynamic and moment uniting two separate moves because as you’re doing them, your brain, if its too engaged, becomes aware that they are happening and throws them off. You can actually tell half way through, flying through the air what the outcome will be.  It’s entirely different if you compute it only through physical muscles. Then you’re astonished you arrived at all because there is no mid air analysis.

The brain is a dreaded interference in such matters. This is so much more noticeable in adults than children.

There are a number of misconceptions about gymnastics as an adult sport. That it is “girly” and unnatural. Not true. The women are incredibly strong, if anything built like hockey players. You need incredible strength in your shoulders to lift your body weight and hold it for prolonged periods of time. Also, legs, solid ones, aide matters. It’s a sport that demands serious physical power and pound. It becomes the most fascinating to watch someone who has never attempted the sport learn it as an adult from the beginning. It is there you observe the fundamental differences in male and female bodies. How difficult a move may be for the male body, whereas the women have no problem. Moves like a simple cartwheel cause trouble for men. They dive onto both hands, instead of a 1,2,3,4 placement and rotation is difficult in the hips. It’s a sport of exchange and inquiry and there’s incredible support between all the people who train together irregardless of your ability. Everything you achieve is charted and cheered by neighbouring eyes.  And it never ceases to remind me of sentences.