Jeon Jungkook is Korea's next gymnastics hopeful, preparing himself for the 2012 London Olympics. With the competition months away, Jungkook's coach pushes him into an American training camp in the state of Arizona where he will train alongside only...
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Blood Dipped~
A deep red of lust, typically centers around the heart and then spirals downward around the body. Holds a deep satisfaction for bodily pleasures and fleeting physical joys.
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Arms up, arms down.
Push the weight up to the sky. Then slowly lower it, but make sure to squeeze your back, hamstrings, and glutes, or else Kan will get you for bad form. Make sure to keep your chest straight up, the perfect, flawless posture of a ballerina with the tough build of a wrestler. Then hop back up, but keep your chin raised! A poignant chin signifies confidence, passion...if the judges don't see the chin up, then you'll get docked for worrying, for being incompetent in the area of self-efficacy. The judges will destroy you through deductions, the crowd will halt their cheering, and Coach Kan will shake his head violently from the sidelines and stomp his feet in the middle of the Olympic Games. The watching world will throw their remote at the universal TV, breaking the screen to rid if of the disturbing image of the stupid, fat Korean gymnast that keeps struggling to perform well. Oh, and jump again! Because constantly moving is necessary to stay in shape, to stay thin for your coach, to prove to everyone that even the worst habits can be worked through with enough elbow grease, eating disorders included. Now don't think about eating food when you squat down again, Jungkook. Kan can read your worries like an open book, and he'll understand that you're thinking about the competition. No, you have to maintain a straight face. No daydreaming, no dallying in the imagination, no thoughts about anything other than the sport of gymnastics. Gymnastics only, the sport of sacrifice and perfection and pressure and...lift the weight some more! He's watching! He'll yell at you if he thinks you're distracted! How can you NOT be distracted though? Leo keeps running through your mind over and over like stumbling gymnasts falling over staircases of titled, sharpened podiums. You'll never be enough if you get second, you'll be rendered worthless if you get third! Your value is determined by that spot on the podium, don't forget it! Don't forget that you need to lose your self-worth, to get second, in order to help Leo! But don't think about Leo, think about conditioning. Now wipe your sweat off, there's nothing worse for Kan than seeing his mentee get all sweaty, disheveled, and messy! It's a sign of weakness, so wipe off that sweat with a straight face and continue to lift the weight using the little energy that you have. Try to tap into the solid determination surrounding you that should be yours but isn't yours...(was it ever yours? was it Kan's?)...so you can be done with conditioning soon and so that you can lay on the floor of your dorm room without food, without company, without anything to dwell on other than the idea of Leonardo Costa's safety and hoping that someone else in this miserable camp is making an effort to help him out-
