- Apr 21, 2011
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It's been weeks since I've been on here last, and I have a reasonable excuse.
Many of you know about the problems I've been having with my foot. I have a severe bunion on my right foot, and according to my podiatrist a minor one on my left. It's getting to the point where it's too painful to do most skills, including dismounts, jumps, vaults, tumbling, etc.. I've been facing the pain for
a while now, and I finally convinced my parents to take me to get it checked out.
In my mind I thought it would be a quickie fix. I thought I'd be in one day, they'd give me something to
support it until I got surgery, and I'd only be out for a few months before I could compete again. Sadly, that's not the case.
When my podiatrist was looking at my foot, she said for my age my bunion was very "advanced." She assisting I did nothing barefoot and that I wear only shoes with support. When I mentioned I was a gymnast and that I spend most of my life barefoot, she nonchalantly said, "Oh yeah, I'd quit."
In my mind I wasn't really taking her seriously. If she could be so calm about the situation, it obviously wasn't for real, right? Not exactly. I asked her why I couldn't get the surgery soon and she said my feet were still growing and if I got in within the next few months I would have to get in when I'm older. I didn't have a problem with that, but she did.
She gave me splints and biofreeze and I spent the new couple weeks resting. I continued to tell myself and everyone around me that everything would be fine and the doctor will come to her senses. At my follow up check up, it was the same responce. "I think you should quit." It was after that day that I finally realized what was happening. My parents agreed with the doctor which I didn't expect
and my coach called me asking to come in and say goodbye to my teammates. Everything felt so unreal... it still does.
For the first time in my life, I walked into the gym without a leotard one. My hair was down and I wasn't covered in sweat and chalk. I felt so out of place in a place that had been home for thirteen years.
When I talked to my teammates, they all asked where I had been and when I was coming back. Choking back tears, and I honestly said I didn't know. I still don't think they know that the chances of me coming back are extremely slim.
Sorry if I'm being "dramatic" about all this, but this has been the hardest month of my entire life. I'm sure those of you that are as dedicated to this sport as I am can understand what I've been going through, or can atleast imagine what it's like to let go of something that's been my life since I learned how to
crawl. I guess in a way lately I've kind of been rebelling against my doctor. Some days I wont wear the splints and I'll tell my parents that if I can't do gymnastics I don't care how badly it hurts, it hurts more to let go.
I don't want to let go of gymnastics, or thechalk bucket, ever. I'll always tell people I'm a gymnast. In my heart Ill always be one. I'm comfortable with you all here and I felt the need to share this with you.
My gym is my home. I'm going to start volunteering with the younger kid classes, so I can still be there on a regular basis and see my coach and teammates often. I'll update you guys on how that's going.
Every timeI find a leotard in my dresser.. I break out in tears. I guess you
never really know what you've got until it's gone.
Thanks to everyone that's been there for me and who have been so supportive of my gymnastics career. Whenever I need help, the chalk bucket is there for me and I'll continue to be there for you all for as long as I possibly can.
Once a gymnast, always a gymnast.
Maili
P.S. If any of you have been through something similar to this, please tell me what helped you get through it. I'll appreciate any help I can get.
Many of you know about the problems I've been having with my foot. I have a severe bunion on my right foot, and according to my podiatrist a minor one on my left. It's getting to the point where it's too painful to do most skills, including dismounts, jumps, vaults, tumbling, etc.. I've been facing the pain for
a while now, and I finally convinced my parents to take me to get it checked out.
In my mind I thought it would be a quickie fix. I thought I'd be in one day, they'd give me something to
support it until I got surgery, and I'd only be out for a few months before I could compete again. Sadly, that's not the case.
When my podiatrist was looking at my foot, she said for my age my bunion was very "advanced." She assisting I did nothing barefoot and that I wear only shoes with support. When I mentioned I was a gymnast and that I spend most of my life barefoot, she nonchalantly said, "Oh yeah, I'd quit."
In my mind I wasn't really taking her seriously. If she could be so calm about the situation, it obviously wasn't for real, right? Not exactly. I asked her why I couldn't get the surgery soon and she said my feet were still growing and if I got in within the next few months I would have to get in when I'm older. I didn't have a problem with that, but she did.
She gave me splints and biofreeze and I spent the new couple weeks resting. I continued to tell myself and everyone around me that everything would be fine and the doctor will come to her senses. At my follow up check up, it was the same responce. "I think you should quit." It was after that day that I finally realized what was happening. My parents agreed with the doctor which I didn't expect
and my coach called me asking to come in and say goodbye to my teammates. Everything felt so unreal... it still does.
For the first time in my life, I walked into the gym without a leotard one. My hair was down and I wasn't covered in sweat and chalk. I felt so out of place in a place that had been home for thirteen years.
When I talked to my teammates, they all asked where I had been and when I was coming back. Choking back tears, and I honestly said I didn't know. I still don't think they know that the chances of me coming back are extremely slim.
Sorry if I'm being "dramatic" about all this, but this has been the hardest month of my entire life. I'm sure those of you that are as dedicated to this sport as I am can understand what I've been going through, or can atleast imagine what it's like to let go of something that's been my life since I learned how to
crawl. I guess in a way lately I've kind of been rebelling against my doctor. Some days I wont wear the splints and I'll tell my parents that if I can't do gymnastics I don't care how badly it hurts, it hurts more to let go.
I don't want to let go of gymnastics, or thechalk bucket, ever. I'll always tell people I'm a gymnast. In my heart Ill always be one. I'm comfortable with you all here and I felt the need to share this with you.
My gym is my home. I'm going to start volunteering with the younger kid classes, so I can still be there on a regular basis and see my coach and teammates often. I'll update you guys on how that's going.
Every timeI find a leotard in my dresser.. I break out in tears. I guess you
never really know what you've got until it's gone.
Thanks to everyone that's been there for me and who have been so supportive of my gymnastics career. Whenever I need help, the chalk bucket is there for me and I'll continue to be there for you all for as long as I possibly can.
Once a gymnast, always a gymnast.
Maili
P.S. If any of you have been through something similar to this, please tell me what helped you get through it. I'll appreciate any help I can get.