When I was a kid, I had more energy than I knew what to do with. My parents, hoping to channel that boundless energy constructively, enrolled me in gymnastics.
It turned out to be the perfect fit.
My dad, a former collegiate gymnast, was thrilled.
In a way, I was stepping into a world he had once loved deeply, and that connection only made my journey feel more special.
Gymnastics quickly became more than just a sport; it was a shared bond between my dad and me.
He was proud, but he never pressured me.
His support felt like a quiet, steady presence, always there but never overwhelming.
I admired his humility, kindness, and strength — qualities I hoped to mirror in my own life, both inside and outside the gym.