Cheerleaders Are Athletes! (Sadly, we are not cheerleaders)

It’s a little sad when your favorite go-to vacation activity is cheerleading stunts. Wait. Let me rephrase that: It’s a little sad when you’re not 16 year old girls. I fully expect such behavior from the Miley Cyrus faithful, but we’re talking about Gen-Y girls here…

Every year, a couple of my girlfriends head to Charleston to participate in the Cooper Bridge Run. Oh. Maybe we ARE athletes… We finish the race mainly to make up for the massive amounts of mimosas we imbibe every year afterwards. We also eat cupcakes. This year, we stayed at the Anchorage Inn in the historic district. Or the live version of the board game Clue. Whichever. This place is actually pretty cool. It has that historic charm, and they have evening sherry and wine and cheese hour to make you feel extra snooty. Or if you’re seriously immature and decide that doing cheerleading stunts in a room full of breakable items is far more fun than being a grown up… Anyway… Cheerleading stunt pictures originated there:

NK pauses from worrying about us breaking everything just in time for a pic. Such a pro, that girl!

Aaaand continued with the Destin trip in May. Surely we can move up to a half now, right? No. See, even with a former UCA instructor and two former cheerleading coaches, we couldn’t quite pull it off our stunt of choice. Sand doesn’t hurt, does it?

GA takes one for the team

Yeah. So after several unsuccessful attempts at putting KB up in a half, we settled for another thigh stand. We were a little ambitious…

Yeah. KB looks WAAAY excited.

Next trip is Myrtle Beach. Shall we start practicing our side hurdlers, NK?