In the last couple of months, she's been struggling with splits (and oversplits) during classes. Splits because coaches make them sit in splits FOREVER. Think Yin Yoga. In order to get a deep tissue stretch of surrounding ligaments & tendons, you have to hold a position for an agonizing two minutes. Parental committment to see your child succeed (and not cry her eyes out through class that you've just paid for . . cha-ching) dictates some home stretching. We do it at least once per day. Twice sometimes on weekends. A distraction is the best medicine. She's up to holding those right splits (her weakest side) through a full game of mancala. Yee haw.
And then, there's "ovesplits". Even a hundred years ago, when gymnastics was MY cup of tea, we had to do this . . . . only our coaches put us up between two beams & pushed down the center. Now, it's one leg at a time. But, lookie, lookie . . . she's holding 30 seconds with chest up, then a ten second push, then another 30 seconds with chest up. That's a long friggin' time. Counting, by the way . . is another distraction. Sometimes she counts in English, sometimes LOUD, sometimes she sings. I taught her to count in Japanese. MOTH taught her to count in French. Her favorite is pig-latin. She's multi-lingual when it comes to counting to ten.