For the love

I LOVE cheerleading.

If you ask me during practice, I'll tell you I hate it and I want to quit.

If you ask me while I'm cheering on my football team, or basketball team, I'll tell you I love it.

It depends on my day.

The biggest thrill I get out of cheer is when I'm flying.

Most girls will tell you they don't have the nerve to be up in the air, but I absolutely love it. I love my little stunt group. My two bases are a year younger than me, and stronger than any boy I know. They could hold me up there no matter what, for probably a good 5 minutes! I love them!

Some days I don't mind tumbling, as long as I've got the energy ;)

(Thats me in the front!)

Pretty much I'm just having a good time when I'm cheer for my friends, with my friends.

I can tell you a time when I'm not having fun . . .

When we're doing a half time, and I'm in a pyramid, staring across at the flyer opposite me, and a look of terror strikes her face as she crumbles to the ground.

Or, when I come off the field to greet my traditional asthma attacks, dislocate a rib because I'm coughing so hard, and have to have EMS come escort me to the ambulance truck while 500 curious fans are staring at me saying 'what's the matter with her?'

And then I have to face those 500 fans at school the next day, 'oh, that's the cheerleader that got hurt last night.'

Thats not an example of why I like cheer.

In fact, it's one of the MANY reasons I hate it.

Dislocated ribs,

fractured backs,

sprained ankles,

fractured ankles,

black eyes,

chipped teeth,

bruised tail bones from being dropped on your butt too many times,

sprained fingers,

knee problems,

concussions,

. . . they're all part of my cheer portfolio. :) Sounds fun huh?

P.S. Thanks to Mindy for all my amazing cheer pictures! I love them, and you!:)