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Mira tú por dónde. Lo que parecía ser un día perdido al final cundió bastante, casi tanto o más que ayer. Me levanté tardísimo (porque me había ido a dormir a las cinco y media de la madrugada) hecha una piltrafa y sin ganas de nada, pero a partir de las 3 de la tarde conseguí trabajar un poco, fui a clase de francés y al final me metí tres horas de gimnasia.

Entre que Pablo me anima un montón, que el salto no me machaca los tobillos (a pesar de lo que este aparato parezca insinuar en un principio) y que algo le voy dando, al final me va a encantar el salto de caballo y todo.

Bueno, voy a sacar a Mandi a pasear y a ver si consigo irme a la cama si no temprano, al menos no a las tantas.

He recibido ya muchas felicitaciones y os doy las gracias, llegué a pensar que no iba a tener nada que celebrar, pero que alguien al menos haya leído en el Facebook que es mi cumple hoy y se haya pasado por mi perfil, ya es bastante.

También he recibido ya un regalo (que puede estar envenenado, pero me atengo a las consecuencias de aceptarlo ). Me lo ha hecho Víctor y se lo agradezco mucho. Se trata de una entrevista acerca de mi faceta como gimnasta.

En la entrevista me enrollo como una persiana, pero también hay fotos mías semidesnuda, por si la verborrea os aburre.

A pesar de la Guerra Fría, a pesar de las pintas (anda que las de ahora…), a pesar de los traumas infantiles, si tuviera que volver a una década, sería 1982-1993 o así. Hasta en gimnasia fue una época dorada. A pesar de la Unión Soviética… Qué equipazos tenían. Disfrutad, aunque no os vaya la gimmasia artística, esto ya no existe:

Como algunos de vosotros sabéis, entre el 29 de junio y el 7 de julio estuve preparando los Campeonatos de España de gimnasia artística femenina en Madrid. El día 30, Teco (Pablo Salto-Weis Azevedo) vino a hacernos unas fotos al entrenamiento. He aquí una selección de los “mejores momentos”.

Más en la galería de Teco en Flickr.

Un oro, dos platas.

Un oro, dos platas. Campionato Galeto de XAF. 10 de maio de 2009.

A pesar de los isquiotibiales.

Mi pierna vendada y en hielo el 9 de mayo de 2009

Graciñas a todos.

¡Eureka! He encontrado lo que buscaba (qué más quisiera yo, pero casi ). Raúl ya me había encaminado, pero no conseguí identificar la pieza hasta hace unos minutos, en muchos sitios decían que el título era “Underground”, de la banda sonora de El show de Truman, pero no es “Underground”
sino “A new life”.

Hala, a dormir ya.

I had an “interesting” practice today. I was in a very bad mood and I didn’t really want to go, but I know that when I am in a bad mood, I usually get better if I do gymnastics, so there, I went.

I was not performing well and, as usual, I got tired earlier than expected, but at a certain point I didn’t give a damn and I continued without thinking too much about it. It’s ironical that it was then when one of my mates in the adults group had a nervous breakdown because her gymnastics day was being a bad one too… That’s the reaction of a gymnastics newbie: one has usually so many bad days when you practise gymnastics that you have to learn to get over it… I told her my techniques for overcoming those feelings and soon after I was sent to the beam next.

I was all nervous on the beam as it’s been usual for me for a while now, and when performing an element that is a bit tricky but quite easy after all (a sissone), I fell ON the beam (like that, but performing ridiculously easy element and I hit my leg too ). It was quite a complicated fall but I managed to end up standing and smiling even though I could barely breath. I was about to jump on the beam again when my coach suggested me to stretch a bit and try the element on the floor; she got pretty scared herself, I guess.

Well, eventually it was my turn again and I performed that critical element without too much trouble, then the coach started to name elements and I performed them following her instructions. Then, there was a moment when she mentioned rolls… She wanted me to perform two in a row. “Gosh, I’ve never been able to do even one on the beam, I find flic-flacs easier”…

I did it, two in a row just like that. I didn’t show my pride because everybody was taking for granted I was more than used to rolls on the beam. Then she said “no hands rolls“… And I did them it too. “Do you remember that element that you used to do when you were agile and young…?” (Well, she didn’t exactly say that ). I did it to. I think I had never been for so much time on a beam.

I wanted to write this now because I think it’s a good thing to remember the fact that now I ache all over, but I’m in a great mood.

Hidden moral: Adrenaline works wonders.

In Paris I used to complain about not having a life, but here it’s pretty much the contrary.
I will take a moment to mention what I have been doing these days.

Right after the moving trauma and as soon as I arrived to Spain I started attending German lessons regularly, which I only skipped once (yesterday) because I had to study for my role in a farce I will play with some theatre colleagues of mine in desperate need to find someone to play that role at a contest. It’s difficult… The rehearsals are in Santiago at least once a week and I have to spend the night there when I go because we usually end very late, but I take the chance to hang out with my acquaintances, friends and family members that live in Santiago.

I’m also back to gymnastics at my former club. Well, it’s got a different name because it split into two, but I joined the one that had most of my former colleagues (now they are the coaches) working there. I’m doing well for my age, even though we also practise trampolining and I am lousy at it. :p I already have my right ankle a bit injured, but I can still jump around and it’s healing well.

I took some driving lessons too (I got my driving license 10 years ago, but as many of you may know, I am a hopeless amaxophobic when it comes to driving a car). My mother paid for five practices and I took two (I had a nervous breakdown at their offices the first day), but the guy told me that I was wasting my money because it’s evident that I do know how to drive. I just have to work on the anxiety that the idea of driving provokes me, and I’m not in the mood for that right now. I went today to renew that stupid licence of mine, by the way; it’s just a medical checkup (they only check your body, not your mind), some bureaucracy, some fees and there you go. (Gosh, I can’t believe it’s 10 years already).

Blah.

On the other hand, I am setting up a company with the Caesar, it will start working the 1st of December and it will be called TraduXnet. We will do translations and web presence, so there, if you need any of those, you know. Until one hour ago we were cleaning the penthouse to arrange it as our office. Whenever we go there we find tons of “jewels”. I, for example, have found and rescued a series of booklets and vinyl discs for learning German (my maternal grandfather was into it) that date from 1941-1956. “Learn German with the Third Reich“.

So as you see, I would say I have “too much of a life” now. I still miss some things of my life at Blizzard though…

Oh, and on Sunday, the 2nd, it’s my 30th birthday. (¡!) The Caesar has just bought me a great coat for our rainy winters and an anti-ageing cream (that I had asked for, he’s not such an insensitive person). I guess the celebration won’t be like my 24th birthday (oh, what a day), but we will have lunch in Tenorio and there will be some people around and stuff. It’s a pity that a lot of people I care about won’t be there, but some will come and I should be happy about it.

30 already… I don’t really feel much of difference, actually. :p

Oh, and my sister found a black kitten on a car battery and now we’ve got it with us in the flat.