Below is a poem from high school that has been dusted off. Some of you may not know this, but I was the manager of the boy’s gymnastic team one year (my only “W” patch). To this day this sport is one I enjoy watching. 

His stomach rises and falls,
Mind working separately from body-
Thinking of the routine
While muscles tighten.
Mounting slow-like.
Speed building as
Heart pounds wildly.
Pushing failure back
Into nerve-racked brain
Trying to gain rhythm.
Harder it becomes
Yet graceful and swift
Timing perfect –

Or seems to be.

Then adrenalin slackens;
Body weakens suddenly.
Leaping away
Failure is replaced by
Satisfaction of accomplishment –
The struggle of the pommel horse.