One ring to rule them all...
Or, in less Tolkien terms, the one who will rise above.
"I just want to coach one good gymnast," Coach P. says one afternoon while the girls break for water. The gym is busy today: small children dive into the pit, other children swing on the rope and hang upside down on bars, and inevitably some little girl cries.
One good gymnast is enough, he says, to inspire the other girls. To serve as an example. A girl who practices and competes at a high level.
"Who do you think it'll be?" I say.
He shrugs. "Some days they work hard. Other days they don't."
Coach P. has in fact worked miracles on the young Level 4's. The most spastic among them now have roundoff-two back handsprings on floor and back tucks on tumble track. Some still cry, but the parental complaints have slowed. They see that the girls are getting good. Or could be good.
The quest is on.
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