Cartwheels
Aug. 20th, 2010 03:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
crazychicknladyI love having enough grass and open space for my kids to play on.
Yesterday we worked on cartwheels (S wanted to know how to do them and I promised her the night before to show her once there was enough light to practice outside). I was pleased to discover that cartwheels do not make me dizzy like somersaults do these days.
C is a natural. He is better at them than either of his sisters. He runs, then flings himself over. I think it is a combination of his energy level, athleticism, and fearlessness.
S ended the exercise pleased with the level of skill she achieved (the first step in the process involved switching her from trying to do left handed cartwheels to doing right handed ones).
H already had pretty good form, she just needs to work on straightening out her legs.
It reminded me of practicing cartwheels over and over again as a kid on my neighbors grass (they had the longest stretch of front grass in the neighborhood). I managed to step on a yellow jacket one time - man did that ever hurt.
This morning S discovered her legs were sore from all the cartwheels she had attempted the day before (she probably worked on it for a solid half hour, maybe even 45 minutes).
Yesterday we worked on cartwheels (S wanted to know how to do them and I promised her the night before to show her once there was enough light to practice outside). I was pleased to discover that cartwheels do not make me dizzy like somersaults do these days.
C is a natural. He is better at them than either of his sisters. He runs, then flings himself over. I think it is a combination of his energy level, athleticism, and fearlessness.
S ended the exercise pleased with the level of skill she achieved (the first step in the process involved switching her from trying to do left handed cartwheels to doing right handed ones).
H already had pretty good form, she just needs to work on straightening out her legs.
It reminded me of practicing cartwheels over and over again as a kid on my neighbors grass (they had the longest stretch of front grass in the neighborhood). I managed to step on a yellow jacket one time - man did that ever hurt.
This morning S discovered her legs were sore from all the cartwheels she had attempted the day before (she probably worked on it for a solid half hour, maybe even 45 minutes).
