My body is hurting in places I didn't know I had.
Last night, in an attempt to disprove my age, I engaged in a little "gymnastics show", if you will.
For some reason, which I have yet to figure out, my BFF and I decided that it would be a good idea to bring out the old dancer in us and attempt to do the splits. Don't worry, we weren't stupid. We did stretch first. She got really close. Me, not so much. I blame it on my bum knee.
So naturally the next logical thing to do was go outside in the windstorm and do cartwheels. I've never been able to do a cartwheel. I tried and tried as a kid, but I never had the guts to give it 100%. I blame it on my fear of dying.
Well anyway, for your viewing pleasure, here is my attempt at a cartwheel. Notice the socks. I feel like they really add to the whole experience.