“Do you want to go to an adult gymnastics class?”my friend Jenn asked 36-year-old me. The idea seemed crazy—I’d been a competitive gymnast as a kid but now I was an out-of-shape appellate lawyer who worked a truly absurd amount of hours and had three children under the age of six.
It had been nearly two decades since I’d stepped foot on a gymnastics floor. Reliving my tumbling glory days wasn’t exactly on my to-do list.But I couldn’t really think of a good reason not to do it.