Hi, all! Welcome to the third and final chapter of the Blood Wall Trilogy. If you haven’t read the first two chapters, please click here to get caught up before reading chapter three: End of an Era.
As you may have read in the second installment, I pride myself on being one of several who helped spread the custom to the gym I transferred to around level 7. However, I am ashamed to admit that I was also witness to the end of the tradition that was the blood wall.
The beginning of the end was a face-plant on beam. Little did I know that a botched handspring layout to my face would eventually aid in the demise of the time-tested blood wall.
A gymnast walks into a bar. She gets a two point deduction, a concussion, and ruins her chances of medaling.
Try and find one gymnast who hasn’t had at least one MRI, had his or her feet in a boot at least twice or won’t have back problems for the rest of his or her life. You won’t. Also for fun try and find a gymnast that will actually admit he or she is injured, again, you’ll have no luck.
– Sophia Scazzero, Cornell Sun
Destiny was fearless. A complete wild child through and through. Of course, this is an admirable — and somewhat necessary— trait in gymnastics, a sport that defies every instinct your brain sends you.
“Go run full speed at an inanimate object, and do a flip before you hit the ground,” says your coach.
“Hell, no!” says your body.
But not with Destiny. No, it seemed as though she was absolutely undaunted by the thought of, oh, I don’t know, flying off the apparatus and snapping her neck in half. However, being the reckless, easily-excitable crazed gymnast that she was, perhaps a little caution would have been wiser.
They say whoever smelt it, dealt it. I suppose that’s not quite true here…
I was in gymnastics when I was about 8 or 9 years old, and we were getting help with handstands, where the teacher would hold your back while you kicked up. When it was my turn, I had to fart SO BAD. I tried to hold it in, but that made it worse. It slipped out just as I went up, and went right in the teacher’s face. She screamed, horrified, “SHE FARTED IN MY FACE,” and dropped me. EVERYONE in the gymnasium heard. I never went back.
– hijklmarley, buzzfeed.com
… have never been spoken.