Got my hair cut today. It's shorter than it's been in probably two years but I like it. It's weird, normally when I go in for a hair cut, all that matters is what I like. I never get bangs because I think they're annoying and I never go shorter than shoulder-length because I think it makes my face look round and heavy. This time though, my specifications weren't just about what I wanted, they were about what I needed to do what I want to do. I decided it was time to get it cut in the first place because, while I liked it long just fine, it was getting to be too much hair to stay in a bun so it was always falling out and getting in the way during practice. I had to make sure the length and layers were long enough to be pulled back and bunned, not only for practice but for our big performance at the stock show coming up, so I couldn't risk getting a taper, though I really would've perfered one.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining at all. I love vaulting and I have no problem giving it 110%, it's just different having to give up so much for my passion. Though I've loved riding since the day I took my first lesson, I really never had to work outside of the barn. I busted my butt with two-points, serpentines, and posting during lessons, sure, but after those two hours once a week, I got to go home and do whatever I wanted. Now, while I may just vault 3 hours once a week, it involves so much more than that. Since I can't take lessons while I'm away at school, the cross-training never ends. It's yoga, zumba, weights, and rocks at least one day a week each and streteches and conditioning exercises and handstands every day. I give up time, money, sleep, and sometimes even the physical well-being of my body to live this dream.
What is my dream you ask? To compete at Nationals or the WEG? To become a professional or even a coach? No. My dream is simple - just to vault. The sport is all I want. While I definitely want to become the best that I can be and earn some metals and while It's true that I love to perform, aside from just doing the sport, none of that other stuff really matters to me. I wouldn't care if I couldn't ever perform again and I don't care if I ever compete or travel. Vaulting is my passion and that's why, though as a college student with limited funds, parents who don't understand, and so many miles separating me from the barn, I don't mind giving it all I have and doing whatever it takes to make it work.
I just wish my parents could see that. To them it's just a hobby, something I don't have the time or money for and shouldn't be focusing on but it's so much more than that to me. I truly believe this sport has saved my life. Even if they never understand this, I wish they would at least respect it. It would take a lot of the pressure off me and would make all this sacrifice a whole lot easier.