Do you ever feel like just doing a cartwheel? I mean like a proper gymnastic cartwheel, not some kind of a metaphorical happy dance.
I do. Every now and then. I did today at 12.17 in the office. No particular reason other than I just got the urge as I was leaving to go to an exercise class. I didn’t actually do one though. Mainly because there probably wasn’t enough room (although I reckoned it would have been OK). That and it would have hardly been professional. I mean, I know I’m leaving and everything, but still.
If you put me in a big space (usually outside, on grass) then chances are I’ll do a cartwheel. I just can’t help it.
Try it. It’s fun.