Well, that’s just about the worst advice you can ever give to a young rhythmic gymnast. There’s you and there’s the hula hoop. Success depends on knowing where you end and where the hula hoop begins. This isn’t ice dancing.
A Rhythmic Gymnast on “Being One” with the Hula Hoop
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