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Thursday, June 26th, 2003 11:09 pm
tooth joy continues
Amongst other things.
Body memory is a tricky thing.
Years ago, I was a cheerleader. No, not the uberathetic kind--my school was small, we didn't exactly have world-class gymnast level girls going on. Just cheering, some jumping, some stands, etc. However, I could do two things pretty well. One, a backbend, though getting to the ground was, again, tricky. The second was the cartwheel/round-off. I could do both and multiples pretty well.
However, between JV cheerleader my freshman year and turning sophmore, I hit my last growth spurt--about an inch or so, but it did throw me off. And I didn't have time to do varsity anyway, as I was UberExtraCurricularActivites girl at the time. I haven't been able to do a cartwheel since probably my first year in college. It always went badly. Think--something dying messily on the ground. That's me and a cartwheel.
But. Odd thing today.
My younger sisters, son, niece, mother, and I all practiced, ON FILM NO LESS, our ability to still carry out this terrifying activity.
Mom does it well. Sister One does it pretty good. Sister Two okay. Me? Not so much. Of course, didn't help I was trying it in my work clothes and three inch heels, but I comfort myself that passers-by were mightily intrigued by my attempts. So, stripping the shoes, I tried a running start.
It's the first time in probably eight years I did one. And--weird thing. I knew before my hands touched the ground it was going to work this time. Just *knew*. And voila, legs straight, back straight, legs came down right, and okay, bent knees on landing, but Jesus, I'm five ten and not terribly flexible. I was pretty damn straight.
And just amazed. So did a few more, and it hit *every* time. Round-off, not so much, but I figure with practice, my body will remember how that works, too. Then my wrist hurt and my feet hurt and I stopped, but--but wow.
( wow, this got long and boring )
Kernezelda and Suz are going at it again. I'm watching this with much in the way of fascination. I'm also drinking chocolate milk and thinking that life simply rocks. Because, honestly? It totally does.
Body memory is a tricky thing.
Years ago, I was a cheerleader. No, not the uberathetic kind--my school was small, we didn't exactly have world-class gymnast level girls going on. Just cheering, some jumping, some stands, etc. However, I could do two things pretty well. One, a backbend, though getting to the ground was, again, tricky. The second was the cartwheel/round-off. I could do both and multiples pretty well.
However, between JV cheerleader my freshman year and turning sophmore, I hit my last growth spurt--about an inch or so, but it did throw me off. And I didn't have time to do varsity anyway, as I was UberExtraCurricularActivites girl at the time. I haven't been able to do a cartwheel since probably my first year in college. It always went badly. Think--something dying messily on the ground. That's me and a cartwheel.
But. Odd thing today.
My younger sisters, son, niece, mother, and I all practiced, ON FILM NO LESS, our ability to still carry out this terrifying activity.
Mom does it well. Sister One does it pretty good. Sister Two okay. Me? Not so much. Of course, didn't help I was trying it in my work clothes and three inch heels, but I comfort myself that passers-by were mightily intrigued by my attempts. So, stripping the shoes, I tried a running start.
It's the first time in probably eight years I did one. And--weird thing. I knew before my hands touched the ground it was going to work this time. Just *knew*. And voila, legs straight, back straight, legs came down right, and okay, bent knees on landing, but Jesus, I'm five ten and not terribly flexible. I was pretty damn straight.
And just amazed. So did a few more, and it hit *every* time. Round-off, not so much, but I figure with practice, my body will remember how that works, too. Then my wrist hurt and my feet hurt and I stopped, but--but wow.
( wow, this got long and boring )Kernezelda and Suz are going at it again. I'm watching this with much in the way of fascination. I'm also drinking chocolate milk and thinking that life simply rocks. Because, honestly? It totally does.
