Fun fact:

Whenever I'm walking down a long, empty hallway, I almost always get an urge to do a cartwheel.

My office is at the end of a longish hallway, and most of the offices are empty, since a bunch of people got moved to a different building, and the rest are in meetings all the time.

I can't tell you how many days I've had to consciously suppress the urge to do a cartwheel at work.

So far I've only done it once.