A Standing Backflip at Age 50?

What the hell was I thinking?

From Rick Lewis archives - Audience at Granville Island Public Market

I gave it all I had.

I had expected that my four months of training would culminate in a split-second explosion of acrobatic prowess.

Instead, I was on my hands and knees having narrowly escaped a broken nose, my face an inch away from the thin blue mat I’d laid out—confident I wasn’t go…