allergic to frustration
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Upon walking through an arid woodsy area, the sound of snapping twigs underneath careless footsteps would probably go unnoticed. With every step, crack. All is silent except, crack. The screams of the dry wood breaking are nothing more than a crackling sound to the human ear. Though, imagine the dryness of the earthy ground replaced by a carpeted gymnastics floor - and the fragile twigs replaced by fragile bone. Crack.
With a fiberglass cast from the palm of my left arm to the area just below my shoulder, I found myself an unhappy spectator for another few months of my gymnastics career. That same year, physical therapy facilitated the recovery of my torn Achilles tendon, which was unfortunately preceded by another fiberglass cast on my right hand. With every injury I dragged myself to practice regularly, yearning to participate with the other girls. But because of the stupid cast on my arm, all I could do was stretch for four solid hours, every day...