I returned to gymnastics at 41. Five years later, I’m competing nationally.

At 41, after years of chronic back pain, postpartum depression, and the consuming demands of motherhood, I did what I thought was impossible: I found my way back to the sport that shaped me.

My journey back started with a Google search for “adult gymnastics.” I had no idea that it existed. That was the moment I realized my childhood dreams did not have to end at 14.

Nearly three decades after walking away, I sat in my car outside a gym, debating whether to go inside for my first adult class. I was a wife, a mother of two, and someone whose body carried years of back pain from a car accident. Still, something inside told me to open the door.

The…

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