I decided to work with my kids on a life skill: hanging upside down.
This, of course, required some demonstration. The demonstration wasn't pretty.
Getting my legs over the bar is a lot harder at age 30 than it was at age 10. (It doesn't help that I weigh 100 lbs more than I did 20 years ago). But I did it! And then I started feeling confident, even though the backs of my knees were sure to give out any second.
So I tucked in my shirt and started swinging - which hurt really bad, but, overall, things were going well, so I decided to attempt a cherry drop.
By dumb luck, I landed on my feet.
I mean, barely.
But at least I didn't fall on my head.
I ended up attempting this feat three more times. Each time was equally hideous, but I was really excited that I could still (kind of) do a cherry drop.
The next morning when I woke up, I felt like I'd been beaten with a bat.
Even my ankle! (Which I had repeatedly hit on the bar whilst attempting to get my long, heavy legs up there).
Now, a week later, I am still recovering.
I'm feeling a little... umm... not young.