House of Ryanne: Almudena Cid - A Piece Of Art

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Almudena Cid - A Piece Of Art

Almudena Cid Tostado is a Spanish rhythmic gymnast and the oldest competing rhythmic gymnast. She entered the finals of four consecutive Olympics, in Atlanta 1996, Sydney 2000, Athens 2004 and Beijing 2008.

This is a piece of her work, with the ribbon. Not the highest scoring and technically accurate piece but I was nearly moved to tears by this piece. It may be her last Olympics and I can obviously see that she performed with her heart and soul in in. It is almost like watching Sasha Cohen in 2006 Nationals Figure Skating.

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Inspiration Within

IF you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!