Watching the Olympics this week has me thinking about athletes with ADHD. Like jillions of other people I watched Michael Phelps win and win and win (+5 more times). I read about Phelps’ ADHD several months ago, (I admit this got to me), and was hoping to see him live up to and beyond all the talk and expectations. But I have to say, I was blown away when, in their interview with Bob Costas, Phelps and his mom, openly discussed his experiences as a youngster with ADHD. They explained how swimming helped him counteract the tough times that discourage many young ADHDers. I’ve also been glued to the set during gymnastics. (it isn’t surprising, since I was a gymnast when I was a kid, and I’ve never been able to shake it.) However, I have to say, I think Shawn Johnson is really something special. It’s not just because she’s an awesome athlete, there’s always an awesome American gymnast on the US team. There’s just something about the way she carries herself, she’s like a live wire.
Anyway, USA Today ran a profile piece on Johnson and her Coach Liang Chow. As I was reading it, something struck me as a little odd. The article quoted Chris Korotky, publisher of Inside Gymnastics magazine comparing, “‘Johnson’s ability to concentrate to that of Olympic swimmer Michael Phelps, who won six gold medals in Athens in 2004 and remains atop his sport heading to Beijing.’” The article continues, “‘When you are focused the way athletes only like Michael Phelps and Shawn Johnson are, you reduce the risk for injury,’ he says. ‘Your mind is not wandering.’” I got a kick out of this because of all the athletes he could mention (and obviously Phelps isn’t just any athlete, but still) he named the one who openly admits to having attentional difficulties. The human brain is such a weird little device. So three cheers for super-focus!
Back to gymnastics…Shawn Johnson in USA Today… they spoke to her coach, Liang Chow, who recalls the day he met this little superstar. He describes her as a “bouncy 6-year-old who needed an outlet for pep that had her climbing the family’s entertainment center” I think is is a pretty common beginning for gymnasts. My experience was very similar.
To say I was a handful from day one would be an major understatement. Everyone who knew me growing up remembers perpetual motion. I was an early roller, crawler, stander, walker, talker, and runner. When I was a little older than 1 1/2 years old I learned to climb trees, and this new skill made my mom a nervous wreck.
She knew I needed an outlet so when I was three she signed me up for ice skating. On my first day we drove to the rink, I was so excited. She laced up my skates, introduced me to my teacher, and I met the other kids. When it was time to start class she lead us onto the ice, and the second I stepped onto the ice, I took off as top speed. I hadn’t learned to stop, an oversight that didn’t bother me in the least, because I plowed into the wall, stood up giggling like maniac, and took off again in the opposite direction until I hit the wall on the opposite end of the rink. My poor mother remembers with a combination of humor and horror. She can laugh now, “but the sound of you crashing against that wall was so awful, so loud, I thought, for sure this time, you were going to crack your skull or break your neck.”
It took two skating instructors to chase me down and escort me off the ice. They said I was too high energy for figure skating. They recommended she sign me up for gymnastics, and gave her the number for Northbrook Gymnastics Training Center. My mom called and spoke with Jerry, the owner and head coach to make sure she wouldn’t have a repeat of the ice skating debacle. She didn’t want to freak him out, but she told him what happened. He just laughed, and said “sounds like you have a gymnast on your hands.” He assured her they’d take good care of me, and that they’d teach me how to be a daredevil without getting hurt.They could not have been more right, a week later I bounced into the doors at Northbrook Gymnastics Training Center for Tiny Tots Tumbling, and never wanted to leave.
When I was a kid gymnastics was my favorite thing in the world. Now, I was no Shawn Johnson, (I hated meets, but I put up with them because) I loved practice. I have been interested and excited about a lot of stuff since, but I don’t think anything will ever quite compare to my experiences in the gym. Gymnastics taught me to look at something that seems scary and impossible and say, “I am going to do that.” That feeling has stuck with me, even when I didn’t understand it.
Even on my worst ADD days, when I’m anxious, restless, bored or I can’t seem to do anything quite right, I respond almost automatically. I give myself a minute to to shake off the doubt and frustration, and think “I’ll just give it a shot.” Sometimes this gets me on track, sometimes it doesn’t, but I always feel better for trying. It activates me, and makes me feel more connected and present in my life.