|Not Me (but I am sure I looked JUST like that!)|
I have loved the sport since I was a kid and my friends and I would do split contests – I always won. To this day I can’t pass a curb with hopping up and doing a little beam routine, maybe a little relevé walk, an arabesque, split jump and tuck jump dismount, not much I am in my 40’s. My own children find it amusing and the older two are afflicted with the same urge for balance, but then we are cut from the same cloth, after all.
Today my gym kids were having a hard time with a beam skill so I hopped up and did it to show them. They all gasped. “How can YOU do that?” I am as old or older than most of their mothers.
Then over on floor I have one kid who just can’t open her shoulders enough to kick her bridge over. I am trying to explain and I am just getting a blank look, you know the one our kids give us when they just don’t “get it”.
“Like this” I say as I pop u in to a bridge.
“Your shoulders are like this, they need to be like this” I say as I put my feet together and straighten my leg and push my shoulders open.
Am I bragging? No, that was as wise as having Madonna lead your bible study. I am sitting at home slathered in arnica snuggled up to several hot / rice socks and wondering what I was thinking and wondering if I’m gonna be able to get out of bed in the morning!