Post by Antione Hoefflin on Aug 19, 2013 0:10:10 GMT -8
Antione Hoefflin stood in his office that was on one wall of the gymnastics studio. In his hand he held onto his ever present clipboard and the other hand was resting on the back of his desk chair as he read through an email on his computer. The email had a list of the upcoming meets, and the first one was only in a couple of weeks. He knew that it was still the holidays, but he didn't care, and he wanted to get his gymnasts up and running as soon as he could. He had sent each of the gymnasts, the ones on campus and off, an email a few days earlier, letting them know he planned to have training session start that morning. And then last night he had sent the ones on campus a text to remind them. Sure, it was five o'clock in the morning, and sure, it was still their summer vacation time, but again, he didn't care.
Pushing the power button on the screen, he watched as the slimline screen went black and then he exited the office. This year he had two new gymnasts, and he was going to push them harder than the others to make sure that they were as good as he had been told. However, this year he didn't have his elite, as Cara-Jean had graduated at the beginning of summer, so this year his other gymnasts would need to work even harder as they didn't have their golden ticket any more, so medals were no longer something they could count on.
He checked his watch before he glanced up at the door, it was getting closer and closer to the half past mark, so he hoped that the girls arrived ready to go since they had left things so late. If any of them did arrive not ready to go straight into warm-ups, he was sure that fifty chin-ups on the high bar would correct their error for tomorrow morning.
Pushing the power button on the screen, he watched as the slimline screen went black and then he exited the office. This year he had two new gymnasts, and he was going to push them harder than the others to make sure that they were as good as he had been told. However, this year he didn't have his elite, as Cara-Jean had graduated at the beginning of summer, so this year his other gymnasts would need to work even harder as they didn't have their golden ticket any more, so medals were no longer something they could count on.
He checked his watch before he glanced up at the door, it was getting closer and closer to the half past mark, so he hoped that the girls arrived ready to go since they had left things so late. If any of them did arrive not ready to go straight into warm-ups, he was sure that fifty chin-ups on the high bar would correct their error for tomorrow morning.
Just a note: I will be replying to this in two days, no matter how many people have or haven't replied to it. Be warned, Coach Hoefflin doesn't go easy on people who are late (meaning if you haven't posted before I post again, you are LATE