The Daddy/Daughter Fun Time Caravan went on the road to Fallbrook, CA. (Yeah, I had to Google it, too.)
Anyway, Isabella (she’s 10, you know) was competing in the Pajama Party gymnastics meet. The last competition of the Regular season. In the lovely town of Fallbrook. (I am not being facetious. Gentle rolling hills….) But it’s 120 miles away.
It was just Isabella and me on a 2 hour drive. And, you know, she’s actually a very pleasant person once you get past the whole “where’s my sweater” “stop staring at me” stage. (I doubt she’d say the same about me. Where’s my damn JEB! sweater?)
We make it through the rain (what the hell? Southern California? In May?)
Isabella amps herself up. She shrugs off the numerous injuries that have plagued her year. Knees, back. Her bad attitude.
First up: Uneven Bars. She told me earlier, she was going to do a flyaway (a back somersault dismount off of the high bar. Please don’t break your neck.)
But, here’s a Gold Medal-winning (9.450) performance for a 10-year-old. Next up the Western Regionals, then the World Championships.