There was this machine when I was a young gymnast that you would sit straddle position in and crank, as your legs were pushed farther and farther back into a deeper straddle position - pushing your flexibility to the max. I remember being able to actually hyperextend my legs so that they actually "straddled" behind my hips. Let's just say those genes were not passed down to this girl.
She has struggled with her (lack of) flexibility over the past couple years, working extra hours at home to push her splits as well as her shoulders. When I mentioned "doing the splits" up a doorframe she was determined to make it happen. It always cracks me up to see, as it really is odd looking. What is even better is that I can remember "performing" this talent at a Christmas in California -- probably when I was just about the same age -- with our extended family and everyone reacting with a little intrigue as well as a little discomfort, and now I can see why.
I know this picture of me is floating around somewhere, and as soon as I track it down, you can guarantee I have my 365 for that day.
...To Be Continued...
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