We started gymnastics on Monday. The first day was fun, but I ripped both my hands on the bars. When I woke up on Tuesday, I could barely move. Everywhere hurt. Then before bed, I tripped down the stairs, and landed on my toe.
When I woke up the next morning, I could barely walk. Gymnastics that day was difficult. The tape I’d put around my rips started slipping down so I was constantly pulling them back up. During floor, I couldn’t run very well, and when our teacher helped us with the back hand spring, I kept tweaking my back. At home, I was limping more than before and I felt like collapsing.
This morning, I was 10 times worse. I can’t move my arms without my shoulders hurting. I can barely walk, and my rips ripped, again. And, I’m going swimming today with my two friends, Lily and Johanna. I hope this summer isn’t going to be like this every week. If it is, I’ll probably be sore for a long time.
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Maybe all these mishaps and miseries are the cause of the creepy dreams!
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