life in the old girl yet?
I just read an article by Lynne Cox in the New Yorker about her swims in Greenland. She's what - fiftysomething? Late forties?
I also achieved a (relatively) spectacular feat of athleticism today - I did a cartwheel. I signed Dutch up for a tumbling class this summer, and I was trying to explain to her what she might do at the class. We cleared a BIG space in the living room, and I executed a perfectly serviceable cartwheel, for the first time in probably two decades. I'm proud of myself. But also pretty horrified by how daunting it was to contemplate, and how very very atrophied I am. I'm not THAT old, but Lynne Cox could kick my ass from here to Greenland.
I also achieved a (relatively) spectacular feat of athleticism today - I did a cartwheel. I signed Dutch up for a tumbling class this summer, and I was trying to explain to her what she might do at the class. We cleared a BIG space in the living room, and I executed a perfectly serviceable cartwheel, for the first time in probably two decades. I'm proud of myself. But also pretty horrified by how daunting it was to contemplate, and how very very atrophied I am. I'm not THAT old, but Lynne Cox could kick my ass from here to Greenland.
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