Wednesday, May 26, 2010

It was all perfectly logical;

After all, I'd competed Level 9 in USAG. Participated in Division III and NAIGC gymnastics in college. Coached recreational gymnastics throughout--chased little kids around the gym, dealt with tears and "my head's broken" and pee on the mats. The whole gamut, really. Everything you could ever wish for.

When I began grad school, I found a nearby gym seeking a coach for Levels 4 through 6. Perfect. I've got this in the bag.

Or so I thought.

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