The Paralympics in Brazil start next week. Yesterday afternoon though, my body seemed to be embracing the sporting spirit a bit early, and in its own ridiculous way.
I was working away on the sofa when I started having a ‘ticcing fit’. Unusually I was able to communicate this to Leftwing Idiot, who was supporting me, by saying: “I’m going to do something erratic now.”
He immediately came to help me and got me into a safer position on the sofa. Then I came out with a funny tic and he made a dash for some paper to write it down on. As he did this, my body took advantage of an unsupervised moment to try out a new involuntary gymnastics move.
I arched backwards over the arm of the sofa so vigorously that I back-flipped off it onto my head before landing face down on the floor.
This shocked us both, but we also laughed, a lot. I laughed and whimpered in equal measure although I wasn’t hurt. As impressive as this move was, I’m unlikely to make the Paralympic gymnastics team for the following reasons:
1) I didn’t point my toes as I flipped
2) I didn’t put my hands in the air after landing
3) Gymnastics isn’t a Paralympic sport