Gymnastic Fantastic
Today, Mina could be found in the gym, putting herself through what could probably be called a fairly intense workout, but what she just called normal.  Numerous rings hung by cables from the ceiling, each at a slightly different height.  She grasped them with hands, feet, and tail, something with just one of those, sometimes with some combination.  Sometimes she would swing, sometimes, she would treat them more like monkey bars. 

Finally reaching the end of them, she flung herself through the air toward the wall, kicking out her feet at the last second to rebound, grabbed the lowest slung ring, and started back the other way at just as frantic a pace.  At the end, she flung herself at the opposite wall, but this time adhered to it, rather than bouncing off.  She took a deep breath, pushed herself off, executed a mid-air flip, and landed on the padded floor below in a crouch.

She stood and took a bow, just in case anyone was watching.