One of my soul sisters (Kelly) sent me this video the other day.
We do that, send each other random videos or pics, umm, randomly when we come across them in our phone.
My response was: “No wonder I didn’t make the Olympic team, my legs are far from straight.”
But I did stick the landing.
This was from my 49th birthday, where we spent a relaxing week on Fort Myers beach.
Oh, to be 49 again.
I know it was only three and a half years ago, but a lot has happened in those three and a half years; as in, I’m three and a half years older.
That was a lot of halves.
There was a time when I was obsessed with gymnastics. I took lessons for a few years, starting at age 6 or 7 until I was asked politely about not coming to the classes since my mom stopped paying; around the age of 12.
That didn’t stop me from flailing my body around trying new moves on the grass, carpet, couches, off the side of the pool, etc. for many years after that.
Nadia Comaneci was my shero.
Good news, I just checked and I can still do a cartwheel.
Bad news, my window of Olympic stardom has closed.
I love the phrase ‘fart-wheel’ because I still have a sense of humor like a 12-year-old.
Raise your hand if you can do a cartwheel.
Raise both if fart-wheel made you laugh.