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Tumbling Club

November 14, 2010

Ida Hoequist ’14

When I was very small, I did gymnastics and ballet for a year. The ballet experience culminated in an end-of-year recital that included sticking us six-year-olds in sequined and/or feathered leotards, caking our faces in makeup, and dumping buckets of hair gel on our heads. Can you say childhood trauma? I don't specifically remember the performance (I've blocked it out, most likely), but my mother tells me I was less than pleased with all the fuss. I believe her. I have seen pictures. In them, I am wearing that expression particular to small children who feel they have been wronged but cannot quite articulate how - a mixture of confusion, indignation, and reproach. Needless to say, I did not return to ballet.

Conversely, I remember loving gymnastics. I don't recall a whole lot of specifics, but I suspect the foam pit and giant trampolines my erstwhile gym was outfitted with contributed mightily to this love. To my great dismay, however, my family moved to a rural town in Denmark shortly after I'd started really getting into it, and there wasn't any similar program there for me to take advantage of. Gymnastics and ballet both died early deaths.

I didn't return to either activity for many years, during which time I lost my mad flexibility and little-kid belief that faceplants were things that simply didn't happen to me. I was accordingly skeptical when my friend Alex invited me to accompany him to a tumbling club meeting. "I suck!" I lamented, "I'll embarrass myself in front of a bunch of awesome tumblers! You only want me to go because my helpless flopping would entertain you greatly!" He assured me that tumbling was a judgment-free zone, and that even complete beginners were welcome, regardless of how entertaining their 'flopping' may or may not be.

I pulled on my brand-new Oberlin sweatpants and headed out with Alex that first Sunday full of trepidation. The usual tumbling leader was absent that day, but the five or six people who remained asked me my name, went around in a circle and shared things about themselves while we stretched, and were enormously encouraging when I tried my first cartwheel. It almost made me forget that they were doing unreal back handspring chains and butterfly twists while I was struggling with the most basic of tricks. The discrepancy didn't make me feel awkward, though - on the contrary, it just motivated me to try that much harder. I won't pretend that I mastered any moves during my first hour and half of tumbling, but it did rekindle my old love for gymnastics. I've gone faithfully to as many tumbling club meetings as possible since then, and I've loved every single one. Sometimes, other beginners show up and I am not alone in my incompetence, but usually I'm the bottom of the heap - and that's okay! I don't get ragged on for it, and everyone always gets really excited when I learn something new. We tumblers support each other in our tumbling hardships and share our tumbling triumphs.

The sense of community is a pleasantly surprising bonus, but mostly, I just enjoy teaching my body how to do things it thinks are going to destroy it. Sprint at a concrete block? No problem. Vault time. Run, jump, and stretch out to full body length while flying through the air? Piece of cake. Pull out the dive rolls. It doesn't exactly give me a sense of invincibility - more of a sense of vast possibility. If I can learn splits and cartwheels, can I learn roundoffs and handsprings? What about wall spins? Triple twisting double backflips? Quintuple backflip skidoos and toe on double front rigbys? World domination?! (I'm pretty sure those are only a step away from each other. Seriously.)

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Job Position: Hegemon

Must: 1) Govern effectively. 2) Govern fairly. 3) Tumble.

Posted by: Will on November 15, 2010 12:25 AM

Love it!

Circus did similar things to me. Spin these hard opjects (or firey things) around my head and body? Awesome! End up seven feet in the air on stilts? I always wanted to be that tall!

My extent of flexibility is a cartwheel. Maybe I should visit tumbling club soon...

Posted by: Ma'ayan on November 15, 2010 10:43 AM

Woah. I want to try stilts! Knowledge swap?

Posted by: Ida on November 15, 2010 10:46 AM

I don't have any stilts, actually, and I would be very bad to teach you to stilt (you + stilts = FAR too tall for me to reach your hands for supports).

I can recommend folks to teach you, for sure, and I can photodocument your learning... not exactly the same kind of trade but it might work. I want to learn how to tumble and stuff!

Posted by: Ma'ayan on November 15, 2010 1:42 PM

That is a totally acceptable trade. Tumbling club meets from 7:30 to 9:00pm in Hales on Sundays and Tuesdays. This week they are working on the circus show this weekend, but anytime starting next Sunday, you can just walk in unannounced and join. People are friendly. I could also just personally teach you a few things, but the fun stuff requires soft surfaces to land on.

Posted by: Ida on November 15, 2010 3:52 PM

That sounds fantastic! Sometime between age 8 and now, I have become rather afraid of damaging my body and would much appreciate ninja training with soft surfaces. I may well show up.

Posted by: Tess on November 18, 2010 11:47 AM

That sounds amazing! I used to love gymnastics but have to quit because of money problems. I'm a junior now but in my search for colleges I loved Oberlin and the fact that they have a tumbling club where you don't have to be really good at gymnastics and you won't be made fun of for being bad.

Posted by: Natasha on December 7, 2010 6:01 PM

Is this still happening? Please say yes!!

Posted by: Anonymous on July 23, 2012 10:31 PM

But of course! And we've only gotten bigger and better since I wrote this! Do come, whoever you are.

Posted by: Ida on July 24, 2012 9:59 AM

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