Selena is one of those rare gymnasts who could not seem to retire.
She finally did.
I love her stream of consciousness advice to the young kids still at her old club:
I miss it. Absolutely everything about it. I miss the crashes, the tears, the bruises, rips and cuts. The pressure, the pain, the rush. I miss flips, air sense, sore muscles and that feeling of accomplishment. I miss callused hands, sockless feet, spandex, stick it, and chalk. I’d do anything to nail a perfect beam routine, to stick all my tumbling lines or a dismount. I miss landing double backs and twisting tsuks. Toe on fronts, layout walkouts and front tucks on beam. I miss eating mat or twisting too hard and having a mouth full of foam. Yeah, I even miss conditioning. I miss rope climbs and working so hard your muscles shake. I miss overcoming fears, conquering skills. I miss competing, I miss being afraid. Take me back to the vault room, my locker covered in messages – to that smelly old gym I call home. I miss drama nights & laughing so hard I couldn’t breathe. Those outrageous ideas we’d come up with. I miss being inspirational, I miss being there. I miss the coaches…even when they yelled. Cause they believed in me when I stopped believing in myself. I miss travel meets – long bus rides and plane rides. I miss handstands in the elevator & milkshakes at midnight! I miss cheering so loud it hurts to talk, I miss march in. I miss nervousness, I miss the crowd. I miss walking on that floor, hearing my music; I miss the glory, the high scores and the low ones too. I miss that feeling that nothing but gymnastics gave me. Waking up everyday with unbelievably sore muscles but excited for training that night anyway. I miss stretching, the front tuck game and circuits. I even miss not being able to hang out because I had practice or training camp. I miss that security, that sanctuary that place where nothing else matters it’s just you and your passion. But more than anything…I miss the girls. I miss my team: those girls who I call family. Of course I miss the good times but I miss the bad ones too the hard ones, like saying goodbye – I still miss you everyday E.N., RIP. I miss being part of “that†team, I miss training nights and warming up to S Club 7. The goofy vault warm-ups, the support system, training groups and countless crazy times I miss being your captain; I miss each and every one of you. I miss every little bit of it, the good and the bad.
keep your chin’s up ladies.






The International Gymnastics Federation has never found the right formula to make their World Cup competitions take off.
Perhaps they need to bring back the “perfect 10” …
