The other night I was practicing some yoga focused on inversions. Well, to be exact, I was focusing on handstand. I've been diligently working on handstand for about two weeks now. And I can't say that I've ever had great abilities with it. Even when I was a kid in gymnastics, with a much lower center of gravity, I had issues with handstand. I can't remember ever actually being able to do it freely - without a wall or in 4 feet of water.
So, the other night, I was actually able to kick up into handstand and hold it for a few seconds (15...maybe 30 at the most) without using the wall or anything else for help. Yay! I was super excited. I came back down and happily danced around for a little bit. Oddly, P&AF did not notice my display.
I get very excited about these little victories. It reminded me of a time when I spent an afternoon in my parents' basement working on front handsprings. I must have been a lot shorter when I was doing that too, because I can't imagine not destroying the ceiling in an endeavor like that now. Anyway, I finally got it down, and I ran upstairs to get my mom. I was so excited that I ran back down the stairs and jumped off a stair near the bottom. Unfortunately, it wasn't quite near enough to the bottom, and I bashed my head straight up into the little ceiling overhanging the stairs. I just collapsed onto the floor in confusion. Oddly, I can't remember if I even showed her the handspring after that.
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