Quando ero piccola mio padre mi portava sempre con lui in palestra. All'epoca aveva a combination of gymnastics and I, forced to watch, I started to imitate the older girls. There is a sharp reminder of the beginning. Rather there is a feeling that the gym there's always been in my life. There was even before I started to have memory.
I remember I was fascinated by these little girls are able to see the world upside down and then I started to do well myself. I loved starmene upside down to scan the world upside down. And then I remember that I felt every single movement indefinitely. I lost count of the bruises that I got forced to fall, the broken things at home (but mom, I can assure you that this time, the network of your bed is not the route I have to force to jump on it! Deny! Always deny! Even before the evidence ... Who do you think has broken the glass of the window? The elf of the woods? : P), made of tears because I could not own anything, the frightened cries of my mother saw me climbing everywhere to try something. Who did this sport knows what I'm talking about ...
At 12 I decided to stop flying upside down by problemini forced back. I thought I had closed the gym and instead of a few days later began the '92 Olympics. Those of Gutsu of Chussovitina of Boginskaja of Lissenko of Milosovici of Miller, dell'Onodi and Scherb. Those days I realized what was really the gym. I realized that they were simply Soviet space and that this, their was the gym that I liked: lots of difficulties but also of grace and beauty. They were the ones that make it easy to impossible, were those who had the lines of dancers, the right strength and power combined with perfect mobility. They were those who danced from one diagonal to another as beautiful butterflies born to fly. All the others were only school that performed the task assigned.
In those days I learned what I liked. I understand that there is no life without gymnastics. That does not necessarily need it to be happy and that the world upside down you can also see through the eyes of the other gymnasts. And you can also be happy practicing.
After '92 I discovered Comaneci, the Kim, the Čáslavská the Latynina, the Korbut and all the others. And then came the PC, internet, pictures and youtube and I have seen and done everything that I did not know, everything that I could not see or experience directly.
Today the gym has changed, my love for her no.
train today, I started to train well, because the day will come when I can no longer own it but in the meantime I will take this moment, and I continue to realize my dreams, the ones that I set in a summer evening of ' 92. It happens that this sport will take you to the soul and steals. It takes you into a world where the laws of physics do not exist, takes you into the air and back down when you leave six distorted and out of breath.
Nothing is like gymnastics, its history and its gymnasts. Nothing ever will give me the same emotions.
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