My eight year old daughter loves to do cartwheels.
I remember loving to do them as well when I was young. We spent countless hours outside riding bikes, making mud pies, doing cartwheels.
My little girl has finally mastered the cartwheel. After years of trying, and falling on her bottom, she can do it with ease…not always gracefully, but with confidence.
On Mother’s Day, I decided to show off to my little girl…and attempt a cartwheel…I have not stood in position to do this in probably thirty years…I was excited…adrenaline pumping!
I did it!
And then did it again!
With my new found healthy outlook, I thought it was something I could do again…or not.
I pulled something in the back of my leg and I am still feeling it today.
I posted something on Facebook about my silly attempt and found words of encouragement…”If a 40 something…
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