The air is stuffy and sweltery.

Commands are shouted from

the merciless coaches.

Our eyes beg for forgiveness and rest.

The coaches simply glare and continue on.

Sweat drips from our

red, tired faces.

After hours of constant hard work,

we are still denied rest.

My body feels ready to collapse,

as I fantasize an ice cold drink.

Instead, I am demanded to do it

again, again, again;

another full out, another stunt, another tumbling pass.

I push my stunt up,

and my tired arms tremble.

As I am ready to give up,

a teammate pats my back

and cheers me on.

I am reminded of why I am here,

of our desire of

the sweet, satisfying taste of victory.

I can do this.

I will not give up.

The practice