No, I did not do a cartwheel yesterday because a) I HAVE VERTIGO. (God, don't you ever listen???) and b) When Mitch read my post he looked at me like a parent looks at a stupid child and said, "Do you remember the last time you did a cartwheel? Do you remember what happened? How long did it take you to get better? Do you think you should do any more cartwheels? What are you trying to prove?" He didn't really ask me what I'm trying to prove, but it was implied.
The last time I did a cartwheel was when Kira was trying to learn how to do them when she was about seven or eight years old. I demonstrated a perfect cartwheel. It was fast, it was well-spaced with the hands and feet, straight legs and arms, it was tall and beautiful.
And I pulled a groin muscle. Nay, I think I pulled all the groin muscles. It hurt SO BAD. I vaguely remember collapsing to the ground after the perfectly executed cartwheel, much like Kerri Strug's gold medal vault when she broke her ankle; and having to be helped into the house.
Later Mitch picked me up and carried me around the neighborhood to wave and bask in my glory of the perfect cartwheel. So since my last cartwheel was so painful, but also so flawless, I will not be doing any more cartwheels. Not today anyway.