For the last couple months (and especially the last couple weeks), I’ve been receiving all these “Back-to-school” emails for athletes—forms to fill out, dates to mark on calendars, and emails from coaches and captains, making sure that we’re all keeping in shape. Every time I get one, my eyes secretly roll into the back of my head, or I just scan right over them. At this point, I wondered when I was going to be removed from this email list, but for priority registration purposes, I had hope it would be later, rather than sooner. I definitely didn’t expect it to happen today. After all, is UC Davis compliance really all that organized?
So to say the least, it was a surprise for me to get the email from compliance. Straight and to the point, it said that I had been “removed from the roster… Reason: Quit team.” There’s probably few other ways to put that, and the thing is, it’s the truth. But seeing in writing that I’ve not only been removed from the roster, but I’ve “quit,” kind of freaked me out. I started to panic, and it officially felt real.
I received the email at work, so it really wasn’t appropriate for me to react to it. I didn’t know what to do, but I knew I was upset. So that’s where real reason for this blog post comes in. Kailyn Ono was my roommate last year, and our situations are very similar. Long story short, we have both “retired” from gymnastics. She was forced to medically retire because of an injury in January of this year, and I had my 4th gymnastics-related surgery just a few weeks later. While I wasn’t officially done with gymnastics until this summer, the doubts of my comeback began back then too—and not just by me. Now, we’re both trying to figure out what we’re going to do next. And I’d like to think I’ve been (and will continue to be) there for her, just as much as she’s been there for me. Especially lately.
|KO and I. We will ALWAYS be Aggies at heart.|
That's all that matters, right?
Today she calmed me down. Significantly. I feel so much better than I did before I texted her. I was trying desperately to be okay, and for a second there, I couldn’t seem to do it. So this is my long, drawn out “thank you” to her. Cause she’s amazing. And unbelievably strong. And through thick and thin, we’re going to figure out what to do next. And be amazing at whatever it is we decide.