Jumping Around

It's tempting to jump on and launch Frank

                I’m trying something new—exercise!  (This is in spite of previous problems with cat obstacles.)  It’s not that I’m a complete couch potato.  I limit the bonbons and haven’t watched soap operas in about 25 years.  I’m even pretty active—I walk, bike, or hike every chance I get—but when it comes to getting sweaty and suffering great pain to burn calories, I politely decline.

                That all changed two weeks before Christmas.  I was dancing to “Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tree” and it occurred to me that it might be kind of fun to dance on the mini-trampoline stored in the basement.  I decided that the cats would just have to look out for themselves and get out from under it while in use.  They are reasonably intelligent creatures so there’s no excuse for them to put the danger of being trampled over their pure stubbornness to hold their position.

                As mentioned in a previous post, the mini-trampoline (a.k.a. rebounder)is one of the original brown vinyl ones from the disco era.  I put on the Rockin' Holiday Songs Station on Pandora and had a great time while looking out the window at the snow and cold.  This activity started repeating itself several days in a row (a very promising sign) and one day I found myself searching gym-quality rebounders on Amazon. With a click of a button I bought one.  It’ll look great in the middle of the living room floor and I’m sure the family won’t mind having to walk over it to get through the room.

                Now that it’s here, I couldn’t be more excited.  It is higher than our old rebounder so the cats can lie under it without being crushed to death, yet it is low enough that I can’t quite touch the ceiling (although chances are I’ll try).  It is super bouncy—I can get some real air time on this thing! In fact, I feel like I’m living one of my unfulfilled childhood dreams.  Ever since the episode of "The Brady Bunch” aired where the kids got a backyard trampoline, I have wished upon wish to jump on one.  However, as a kid, I was forbidden to try the neighbor’s because I could break my neck (that and the neighbor kids were about 15 years older and had no interest in sharing their trampoline with a little kid).

                So I have happily joined the exercise world.  I’m living the dream!