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you run like a girl


You run like a girl
You jump like a girl
You hit like a girl
You tumble six feet over
a four-inch beam like a girl!

Author unknown

(via sophgymnast on Chalk Bucket)

… a gymnast’s greatest virtue

Patience is man’s greatest virtue
Or so the saying goes,
A gymnast must have said it,
For a gymnast surely knows.

That in this funny sport of ours
Discouragement runs high,
And at times the very best
Will find the virtue’s passed her by.

When hands are ripped and throbbing
And every muscle sore
Can a gymnast still have patience
To limp back in for more.

Can you admit you’re frightened
Yet not give into fears
Can you conquer pain, frustrations
And often even tears.

When someone else does something
You’ve tried so long to do
Can you feel really glad for her
And not just pity you.

When you’ve lost old moves
You used to do
And progress seems so slow
Can you still have faith in better days
And not feel so sad and low.

And when success seems so far away
Your efforts all in vain
Can you force yourself to wear a smile
And disregard the pain.

If despite these tribulations
You can say, “I won’t give in”
Someday you will discover
That it’s now your turn to WIN

Christchurch School of Gymnastics

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poem – Tuesday night in the gym

Tuesday night in the gym

5:00 PM

When you first walk in the gym
I look at your face, in your eyes
That moment almost always
Hints at the kind of night we will have
Some nights it’s a warm smile
And then a firm handshake of respect
Some nights it’s a certain look
That means
“Please don’t expect too much
from me tonight”
I take it very seriously
Because you are in my care
And nothing is more important to me
Than your health and well being
Your state of mind
Your confidence and attitude
Your skills and your progress
Your goals and your fears
What you’re good at
What you need to work on
What mood you’re in
How much energy you have
Your bumps and bruises
And quietly I think to myself
How was school?
How are things at home?
What are you thinking about?
Are you happy to be here?

I know you don’t like conditioning
But still you force yourself
Because once the coach asked you
What kind of gymnast are you?
Do you do your conditioning
Because you are being made to?
Or because you know its good for you?
I have told you
That it will make things easier for you
But not tomorrow
Or the next day
But it will
You won’t even really notice
But you will be stronger
And more confidant
And skills will be easier
I know you don’t like to run
Even though you’re getting used to it
But I make you run
To get your body warmed up
Ready to work
And more important
So you can take the 5 minutes
And think
Think about your night ahead
Think about why you are here
Think about not wasting a moment
Think about making progress
And not letting this night slip away

Stomach, arms and legs
Every night
And if it doesn’t hurt
Then you know
We haven’t done enough
And when you do a good job
With no whining
It makes me think
I should give them some fun tonight
After all their work is done

You decided this is who you want to be
And at that moment
You became special
No matter where it takes you
You will always be special now
Because it’s easy to stay home
Like your school friends
Do your schoolwork
And maybe a little hobby
Sewing, crafts, baking
Maybe a movie
Your favorite TV shows
Ice cream at eight O’clock
Some people choose the couch
And it really is ok
But you choose to fly
You chose long hard training
Night after night
And you could stop anytime
But you wouldn’t think of it
You live for the challenge
You think about it all day
You could never give up
Because you are special
Because it’s in you
It’s who you are now

6:00 Beam
Can you jump harder?
Pull you’re split harder
Come on, you need 180
You’re landing too low
Get you’re chest up
Get up on you’re toes
Can you stop wobbling
Can you think clearly
Stay in the moment
Have body tension
It’s not connected..do it again
And again, and again
Can you get focused?
Can you pay attention?
And get your hands
Right in the center of the beam
If you don’t go hard
You will bend your arms and fall
And split the beam
And that scrape, really hurts for a while
And still..you have to hold tight
And finish the handspring strong
To get both of your feet on
And make it all look good
And confidant
And you know
You have to do it all again tomorrow night
And if you fall
You have to handle it well
Stop crying
Get up and do it again
Because you know
It’s the right thing
It’s how you behave
All the time now

I watch you chalking up at bars
You take a long time
Because you are thinking hard
And I know you are afraid
To swing over the bar
You’re afraid of coming down
And afraid of ripping off
And afraid of letting go late
But if you don’t go hard
You can’t make it over
Think about body position
Because if you arch early
You will bail
And still you have to let go
At the exact right moment
And land on your feet
And stick it
You won’t make it
If you don’t train hard
And you’re taking too long
Between turns
Come on grit your teeth
Get determined
You can win this fight
If you trust yourself

I know you don’t understand
What I mean about blocking
You try to understand
But I’m not explaining it in a way
That you can see it
So I show you a gymnast
Who does understand
But it hurts your feelings
Still you manage to nod
That now you see
And I know you are trying
I can see it in your face
But it’s the same one again
And I take a deep breath
And try to explain it again
Maybe a different way
Use a different drill
I try and understand
Why you can’t understand
And I tell you
Be different
Be amazing
Have no doubts
I tell you all the time
Don’t be ordinary
Make them sit up
And pay attention
Don’t slow down
Let it fly
Right into the board
No hesitation
Total trust
And stay tight
Don’t pike on
Don’t arch off
Squeeze everything
And then one night
You hit one just right
You flew
Maybe by accident
But the look on your face
Was amazing
Because you really felt it
And now you knew
What I meant the whole time
And that fast
It changed
One vault
And now you were different
It was fast and powerful and tight
And it banged off the table
And it flew
High and far
And you planted the landing
And you felt really good

You run down the floor
You’re face so determined
To land on your feet
But you pull up a bit
In your front handspring
I can see you holding back
You try not to but you can’t help it
And you land on your butt
I tell you
Your holding back
You’re not trusting yourself
Get up on your toes
Get your feet under you
Be fast and light
And at that exact moment
To trust your natural ability
And let it fly
And finally you land on your feet
And the look on your face
Is just amazing…again
I tell you
Be more expressive
Feel the music
Train it so hard
That in the end
It’s a work of art
Like an oil painting

Sometimes when you’re scared
You tell me your ankle, or knee or wrist hurts
And I know it probably does
But that’s not what’s stopping you
And you avoid what your afraid of
And sometimes it goes on for a while
But I know..if we don’t address it
It gets worse
So I have to push you
And just the way I am
I push gently
But I don’t stop pushing
Because if you put enough work into it
The fear will fade away
And you will move past it
Every time we go through this
You get over it
So I have to always remind you
Of all you have achieved
So that you remember
That you’re good at this
That you were born for this
And that all your struggles
And all your fears
And aches and pains
Sacrifices and hard work
Night after night
Make you seriously special
To anyone who knows you
And I know you
And I am blessed
And I will see you tomorrow night.

Charlie Amerosa


Coach Charlie Flipr110 @ aol.com

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  • poem – tumbling

    I saw this on Chalk Bucket

    The feeling of flight
    The Adrenalin
    The Rush
    The moment

    A split second of thoughts,
    That feels like a lifetime’s
    You are immersed in your own world
    A world where,
    Only yourself,
    And the mat below you matters

    To someone looking on
    It’s only that,
    A moment,
    It is simply a second in time
    One that is blended into all the others
    And individually,
    Contains no real significance

    But to a tumbler,
    in all these little moments
    Your stresses
    Your worries,
    And your fears disappear
    That is,
    Until you hit the mat below
    And the feeling of success fades away
    And all these little moments
    Become just that,

    Kevork Djansezian / AP – original – NBC Sports

    gymnastics poem montage

    chachakid put visuals to this poem:

    Patience is a man’s greatest virtue,
    or so the saying goes.
    A gymnast must have said it,
    for a gymnast surely knows!
    That in this funny sport of ours,
    discouragement runs high.
    And even the very best will find
    this virtue has passed us by.
    When hands are ripped and throbbing,
    when every muscle’s sore,
    will a gymnast still have patience
    to limp in the gym for more?
    When you’ve lost old moves
    and progress seems slow,
    will you still have faith in better days,
    and not feel sad and low?
    Can you admit your frightened,
    yet not give in to fear?
    Can you conquer pain and frustration
    and often even tears?
    When someone else does something,
    you’ve tried so long to do…
    can you still be happy for her,
    or just self-pitty for you?
    And when success seems far away,
    your efforts all in vain,
    can you force yourself to wear a smile
    and disregaurd the pain?
    If despite the pain and tribulations,
    you can say “I won’t give in”
    Maybe some day you’ll discover
    that its now your time to win.

    author unknown

    Click PLAY or watch it on YouTube.

    more gymnastics poetry

    poem – Gymnastics

    by Lia Bradley (Level 9)

    Run, flip, vault
    Flip, vault, land
    Vault, land, bars
    Land, bars, swing
    Bars, swing, beam
    Swing, beam, jump
    Beam, jump, balance
    Jump, balance, floor
    Balance, floor, tumble
    Floor, tumble, dance
    Tumble, dance, fun

    Lia is from Chelsea Piers Gymnastics in NYC.

    Level 9 gymnasts:


    gymnastics poem – Unknown Heights

    From a gymnast known as united team girl

    I wait and wait and there I go,
    Jump out there but I start out slow.
    Picking up speed
    Hoping to take lead,
    I go higher and higher
    Feeling weightless
    All eyes on me
    Hoping to see
    A winning smile,
    While my life depends on this.
    Nobody knows how I feel,
    Making my way through the floor
    Will I stick it or land short?
    Almost done,
    Here it comes
    I feel my body sink,
    But stand tall.
    Smile, salute, wave,
    These are the moments I crave

    You can comment on the poem on Chalk Bucket

    original – flickr – Raphael Goetter

    poem – The Magical Light

    by Charlie Amerosa

    My friends are at home warm and cozy and getting ready for bed

    But I have goals and dreams to fill so I’m here in the gym instead

    As they were chatting online, watching TV and eating lots of ice cream

    I was flipping on the floor, swinging on bars, and trying to stay on beam

    Near the end of training each night, after we are done with our routines

    We have muscle burning conditioning, like little gymnastic machines

    Well I hated it and I was lazy, it just seemed like punishment to me

    I took shortcuts and had a bad attitude because I just couldn’t see…

    We are spread out across the floor, always spaced evenly apart

    It’s quiet because we have to be focused and ready for the start

    He say’s “get ready for V-ups”, and that means stomach pain ahead

    It’s not the first or second set of sixty, it’s the third set that I dread

    On my back getting ready for the pain, I was staring up at the ceiling

    When the brightest light blinded my sight and I had the strangest feeling

    “Why am I here, I’m wasting my time if I’m not going to give it my all”

    Wow! What just happened, was that some kind of magic wake up call?

    He barks out the count, and it helps to keep up the pace

    I know he cares about us, because you can see it in his face

    But he’s firm and relentless about our physical condition

    Every muscle, every movement, every body position

    First I get the burning pain then my muscles start to feel numb

    But I have to stay focused, I know there is a lot more to come

    My teammates all need each other, to keep up with this brutal grind

    Because we know we would have to start over, if one of us fell behind

    My body is overheating, pouring sweat burns as it drips into my eye

    A younger girl whimpers from the strain and it makes me want to cry

    It is said that what doesn’t kill you, will always make you stronger

    I’m trying as hard as I can but my body can’t take this much longer

    He always seems to sense our limit, his counting slows down a bit

    I dig in hard and finish the set, there’s no way I was going to quit

    We all lay back when the set is done and the pain starts to fade away

    No one speaks, we’ve been here before and we are all going to be ok

    So that night something changed inside me, and I was finally able to see…

    The effort it takes to be the gymnast and be the person I was meant to be

    And although I keep this to myself, I have a six pack made of steel

    I love how I look from all my hard work and I love how it makes me feel

    What a great honor to march with my teammates into a gym for a competition

    And hearing people whisper, “OMG look at them, they are in amazing condition”

    It’s humbling to be admired by family and friends and by people we don’t even know

    And I hope that soon you will see the light, just like I did, one night, not so long ago

    by Charlie Amerosa (Flipr110 AT aol.com)

    photo – Christchurch School of Gymnastics

    More Charlie:

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  • poem – handspring on beam
  • poem for a departed gymnast – from a coach

    An excellent poem on a most important subject. Every competitive gymnastics coach can relate.

    For gymnasts everywhere who for various reasons have had to move on…Hold on to all the good things this sport has given to you….and you will be courageous, focused, strong, confident, dedicated…you have been amazing…you will always be special…and you are ready for life’s challenges and adventures.

    E-mail me if you need to know why I asked if the squirrel was blind

    Charlie Amerosa

    Just Like You

    When we first met you were so little, too scared to utter a single word
    Not much muscle and no split to speak of, as helpless as a baby bird
    But there was a flicker in your eyes, a determined look on your face
    And as your light grew brighter, your home became this place

    Seven years later you’re a special young lady, with a strong and confident glow
    And you have etched moments in my mind, some of which I’ve wanted you to know
    Almost Three thousand hours of training, medals, podiums and now Jr. high
    It has been quite amazing and sometimes painful, to watch you learn to fly

    I would talk and you would just stare, your eyes wet and glistening
    Not knowing what you were thinking, or if you were even listening
    Watching you from afar, still on the floor when everyone else was done
    Trying again and again to kick over from a bridge, to you this was serious fun

    There was the stunned look on your face, after you made your first kip
    And then the panic in your eyes, because what followed….your first rip
    Watching front handspring front tuck, you landing on your behind
    Finally you stood one up, I asked you if the squirrel was blind

    Your working back tuck on floor kept me awake for a few nights
    But you figured out the timing and I watched as you reached new heights
    You would wipe your hands on your legs, while standing frozen on beam
    You flew up and stuck a back-handspring, and asked me “Is this a dream?”

    When you’re being coached hard and your eyes get wet, but you refuse to cry
    When you’re excited about a new skill and you keep asking for one more try
    When you’re not grouped with your friends but still determined to have a great night
    When you won’t look at me as I’m coaching you and I know we’re in for a fight

    When I hear the thump, you’re on the ground, but you say it wasn’t you who fell
    When I see you drag a suitcase bigger than you are, into the lobby of the hotel
    When you’re on the podium leaning forward for your medal, such a beautiful smile
    When you truly expressed yourself in your floor routine, it made it all worthwhile

    When you knew what mat I like to use, so you always made sure it was in place
    When you greet a competitor you’ve known for years, with a warm little gym embrace
    When your beam routine looked like an oil painting, you were seriously in the zone
    When I see that frustrated look on your face, and I know it means to leave you alone

    When I overheard two young gymnasts who were sitting quietly watching you
    One whispered, “I want to be just like her” and her teammate replied “ Oh me too”
    Then they darted off to the side, trying to imitate the dance in your routine
    And I thought to myself, that is the greatest compliment I have ever seen

    There have been so many great moments, and heartbreaking ones too
    Your Mom’s face at a meet in the city, she has always been so proud of you
    Walking perfectly in line with your teammates, you’ve been with them for so long
    And they love you and treat you like a sister, to them you can do no wrong

    So maybe you’re not as naturally gifted as some other girls may be
    You’ve had to work a lot harder, you’re skills never came for free
    But the results are truly astounding, in both your body and your mind
    You’re strong and fit and focused, your stars are all perfectly aligned

    But lately…I could feel that something was just not right
    You seemed a little unhappy during training each night
    It was becoming clear, you didn’t want to be here
    And every now and then, I thought I might have seen a tear

    I knew your knee was giving you some pain
    The doctor said maybe it was a ligament sprain
    But you weren’t working too hard, even after a month of rest
    And I wondered to myself why you seemed to be depressed

    I asked you if maybe it was about having some fears
    And as you answered me, you had to fight off some tears
    “I’m not afraid of giants if that’s what you think”
    “I will be ok” you assured me, and you gave me a wink

    And now a few weeks later you say you think you’re done
    That it’s not in your heart anymore, its no longer any fun
    “I’m almost 13 now, there are other things in my life”
    And hearing those words, cut through me like a knife

    I know how important your friends are to you
    How it feels good to chat and go out at night too
    I know the gym can be hard, some nights don’t go so well
    And you can’t remember the last time, you rang the new skill bell

    How your body hurts at night and the next day at school
    How some coaches can sometimes seem a little bit cruel
    But it’s being a gymnast that has separated you from the rest
    And for years, after so much hard work, you have passed every test

    I know I can’t change your mind, so I’ll take your picture off my shelf
    Because this isn’t the kind of sport you can do for anyone but yourself
    So you’re free from the hard work and pressure, now go and have some fun
    But remember it will be hard to compare, to what you already have done

    Please for the rest of your life, be proud of what you have achieved
    And I will always be proud of you, and grateful for the gifts I received
    The pure gift of knowing you and coaching you, I learned so much as you grew
    Under “This is how a gymnast behaves”, the textbook shows…a picture of you!

    You’ve been gone for a few weeks now and the gyms not the same
    Your teammates are a little quiet, they don’t mention your name
    Not because they are angry or disappointed, its just part of healing
    You were a joy and a role model to them, they have an empty feeling

    I’m going to miss you amazing girl, especially your warm smile
    I’m sure I’ll feel better about it, but it’s going to take a little while
    A new season is approaching, and of course there’s a new baby bird
    And last night, just like you, the little one…didn’t utter a single word

    Charlie Amerosa

    gymnastics poem

    - by a gymnast from New Zealand


    Posted by coach Valentin Uzunov in the GymPress Newsletter July 2007.

    poem – handspring on beam

    Thanks and Happy New Year to Charlie Amerosa who submitted a poem describing the experience of a gymnast overcoming a fear problem.

    The Beast

    Homework is done, time to get in the car
    Back out of the driveway, the gym’s not that far
    Heading down the road, my stomach’s in a knot
    What group will I have, do they know I need a spot?

    Slouching in the back seat, staring out into space
    I used to be excited, but now that’s not the case
    Mom interrupts, “let’s go honey, we’re running a bit late”
    I snap out of my trance, not feeling too great.

    Walking through the door, my palms feeling wet
    Nodding at some friends, stretch hasn’t started just yet
    Put my bag in the cubby, then on the floor to run,
    My eyes glance at beam, this wont be much fun

    You see I’m level 7 now and struggling with a new skill
    I’m not even 12 years old, but I feel over the hill
    It’s the back handspring on beam that’s dragging me down
    Haven’t smiled in weeks, have a permanent frown

    The groups have been split, level 7’s to BEAM
    It could not have been worse, it’s like a bad dream
    As we walk on over, I stare at the beast
    Of all the events, I love you the least

    Coach’s eyes meet mine, “go warm up your back”
    “What a great opportunity, to get you on track”
    Does he know that I’m scared, having a panic attack?
    I have the desire, it’s the courage I lack

    It’s my turn to go, I’m trying not to cry
    My eyes feel wet, my throat is so dry
    As I climb on the beam, my mind filled with fears
    I set to go and….get nothing but tears

    As a tear hits the beam, I’m in a frozen trance
    My heart wants to go, my mind says no chance
    Coach says “get down, let me explain something to you”
    “When level 10’s are afraid, this is what they do”

    “They SET and they GO, they don’t stop to think”
    “Their arms go up, they jump back in a blink”
    “They tighten their mind, if they hesitate they know”
    “The fear will get in, then they just won’t go”

    “Use your natural ability, you’ll know what to do”
    “You have to trust yourself, as much as we trust you”
    “Take a deep breath, and so there’s no misunderstanding”
    “The only thought you should have, is to stick your landing”

    Back up on the beam, moving kind of slow
    My mind starts racing, then I hear “Set…go”
    Wipe my hands on my legs, raise my arms over head
    This is the moment I always freeze, but this time, instead..

    I flew up, arched back, my hands hit just right
    As I fly over, I push hard and I fight to stay tight
    And in an instant, and to the amazement of all
    I had done a back handspring, I did not fall!

    My teammates are all cheering, from coach a warm smile
    I stuck it, I stuck it, I’m staying up here a while!
    So the beast is gone, and now I love beam
    It was in me the whole time, or so it would seem

    Even though “SET…GO helped me, to get over my fear
    There was something special, that I needed to hear
    I knew all along, what I was supposed to do
    But what really gave me courage, were the words “We trust you”

    Charlie Amerosa

    Edgewood, New York
    Email Flipr110 @ aol.com

    photo – Christchurch School of Gymnastics