dis is how u no ur a tru gymnast wen......
there's at least one piece of broken furniture in your house, with a corresponding bruise or scar on your body.
curbs become imaginary balance beams, and railings become instant parallel bars.
you love to spin pirouettes on the kitchen linoleum.
you subconsciously work on your pike or toe point while watching tv
the palms of your hands are tougher than the soles of your feet.
you drift off to sleep dreaming of new skills and combinations.
you compute your ultimate all around total using your highest scores to date on each event (hmmm, pretty impressive).
the gym feels more like home than your house.
you don't feel 'right' warming up before workout until at least one body part cracks.
you're injured and serve as a score flasher for 10 hours at your gym's invitational - and return the next day to do it again.
you just can't resist a cartwheel, handspring or leap at the beach or park.
your eyes are like radar when it comes to spotting gymnastics broadcasts in your local TV listings.
the noise your ankles make while walking alerts people that you're near.
you use chalk more often than soap.
the topic of almost every English writing assignment is about gymnastics.
you actually use the words "virtuosity" and "amplitude," and you know what they mean.
you're often called upon by your parents and sisters to show guests and friends "what you can do". You usually act shy about performing but inside you love it.
you're swimming at a pool and you try the hardest gymnastics skill imaginable - underwater.
at school, you raise your hand with perfect form: arm straight, fingers together and pointed.
Your P.E. teacher gives you the ultimate physical test, you finish and ask what to do now that you've warmed up.
You can actually join in with your guy mates competitive talks about how much the can bench press
It's almost impossible to find cowboy boots small enough for your feet but big enough to fit over your calf.
You're 5ft 5 and at school you're considered short but at gym your a giant
You do your homework in a straddle split.
When you hear a good song on the radio, you start choreographing a routine to it.
Your idea of American History begins after Kathy Rigby.
You believe that there are only two kinds of people: GYMNASTS and those who wish they were!!!
Gymnastics is life and the rest is just spare time.
The use of hand cream to keep nice smooth hands is just unheard of, it'd be like comiting suicide
you have become attached to your grips.
You'r nicknames include rubber band, flexy, stretchy, gym girl
your bed is a tramp.
aerial and roundoff are the two main words in your vocabulary.
No matter what colour skin tone you have, when you get home from training you are white
you point you toes during pull ups for gym class.
you dance down the hallway instead of walk.
your floor routine music is your favorite song.
the Matt and Kip you spend most of your time with aren't guys.
practice makes perfect isn't just a saying, but a way of life.
all your friends are eating dinner while you are at practice.
you can stick it without using glue.
the magnificent seven isn't a tv show, it's Shannon, Dominique, Amy, Amanda, Dominique, Jaycie, and Keri.
you do pirouettes while waiting in line.
you can't remember a time when your hands were soft & uncallused.
You find it completely normal that the 5 year olds at your gym have 6 packs
you compete calmly before crowds yet suffers anxiety during school tests.
you have the ability to balance your body on a narrow beam yet cannot bend over to pick up the clothes off of the floor of you room.
You can beat the guys from the first 15 in push up and rope climb competitions
your boyfriend has a timetable of when he can call you due to your strenuous gymnastics training times
your gym friends see you more often than your family and school friends do.
You eat dinner, do homework, and study for test in the car on the way to practice