Day 252: Perfect 10?

The apartment has a long hallway that is just asking for rolley chair races or my as yet fleshed out sport involving my mini baseball bat and mini basketball. However, so far the roommate has not been very open-minded about either of these ventures. Ugh. So tonite I made my own fun and attempted cartwheels in the hallway. They ended up as roundoffs, and not very good ones. My legs are just too long and I'm too afraid of death on the hardwood floor to commit myself to the execution and landing. And, of course, the possiblity of a broken limb that I have to explain to a doctor as a 24 year old doing cartwheels in her pajamas. And now my hip hurts.