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AVERY
WHEN I REACH the end of the beam, I raise my hands over my head
and spin around on the balls of my feet. This is it. The final combination of
my routine. I could do it blindfolded. When I sleep, all I dream about is this
routine. It won me a silver medal at the last Olympics nearly two years ago,
so there’s no way I’m ever going to forget it.
I visualize this routine all day, every day. While eating or showering or
daydreaming in class. There’s nowhere I’d rather be than on top of the
balance beam.
I inhale as I prepare for my dismount. A full twisting double pike. It’s
one of the most difficult dismounts. Few people perfect it because it’s so
hard to land cleanly without getting hurt. It requires speed and power,
twisting and somersaulting off the end and landing square with the beam,
chest high. No one in collegiate gymnastics even attempts it. Having a clean
routine is more important than difficulty. But I love the challenge.
I’m not a risk-taker by nature, but gymnastics has always let me be
someone I’m not outside of the gym.
Or it did.
I haven’t done this dismount in months. Sometimes when I’m feeling
exceptionally sorry for myself, I wonder if I’ll ever do it again.
I push that thought away and stand taller.
“You’ve got this, Avery.” The cheer comes from my left where my
teammates are watching. Their eyes feel like pinpricks along my skin. My
breathing shifts and my right knee locks.
I go into my round-off slower than I’d need to pull off the tricky
dismount and instead of risking reinjuring myself, I do a simple layout onto
a mat next to the beam.
I don’t look up as they clap because I’m afraid of what I’ll see on their
faces. Poor Avery with the bad knee. Poor Avery who still isn’t back to
where she was before the injury. Poor Avery, poor Avery.
“Next up,” Coach calls as I walk off the mat. My knee twinges in pain
as I cross over to get my water bottle.
A few of the guys from the men’s team are still practicing on the
parallel bars in the corner. Tristan flips and tucks and spins into a dismount
as I get nearby. Breathless, but with his ever-present smirk, he swaggers
toward me. “And that’s how it’s done, Ollie.”
He always calls me that because my last name is Oliver. It’s my least
favorite nickname of all time.
Tristan Williams, two Olympic gold medals to his name, and widely
regarded as the number one collegiate male gymnast in the country. Widely
regarded by me as the most annoying person in the world.
“How what’s done? How to be an asshole or hop on the dismount?” I
ask with a fake smile.
“At least I’m doing dismounts. What the hell was that beginner shit?”
He waves a muscular arm toward the beam.
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