I was in the mood for some adventure on Friday. It had been a really hard and very long week at work, my son had told me how he “Needed His Space” just a few days earlier and well, I was so over it all.
So, I checked my bank balance and then got on-line.
Hello indoor trampoline park! Fun and exercise! #Winning!
I grew up with a trampoline, my sister and I got it for our birthday one year (I think it was birthday, because it was sunny out, and our birthdays are in the summer months, but I could be totally wrong). And, I think I was under 10 when we got it because I don’t think we had Lee yet. (Yes, I judge a good portion of my life based on who is around me!)
I grew up on a trampoline – and I. Loved. It!!! It was so much fun, we all had a blast on it.
I haven’t jumped on a trampoline since approximately 1992.
So naturally, it’s a great idea to just dive right back in!
I bought an hours worth of time for me and Mr. T.
And we bounced.
And we played trampoline basketball! I actually made 95% of my shots! It’s amazing how accurate you get when you are inches from the hoop!
Then Mr. T goes “Go jump into the foam pit!”
“It’ll be fun!” he says.
So, I did it, because as I posted on Facebook:
A sweaty mom? Yes. A mom that sits on the sideline? Never!
Needless to say – the foam pit is not my friend. I felt like a beached whale trying to navigate my way back to the ledge, and then ended up having Mr. T come help pull me out because there isn’t a step or anything to help a 40 year old woman get her butt out of a pit filled with weird foam squares!!!
It was not my finest moment. I was totally drenched in sweat after that!
Still, it was worth it!
We bounced a bit longer and laughed and joked and then decided it was about time to head back. I knew I’d be feeling it tomorrow, but man, was it fun!
Later than night, I realized my hands were sore.
Yeah, okay, my knuckles are very red, and quite a bit swollen… and I know it was from some of the tricks I was performing while bouncing! And if you look closely, you’ll see that the redness extends all the way to my little pinky finger!
The next day they were still red and swollen, and then you could see where the skin was torn. It pretty much looked like I had been in a fight!
By Sunday I was starting to worry that I might have fractured my left hand – it was still really sore and swollen over two of the knuckles. Then I looked over and my right hand was still sore and swollen, so I decided that maybe it wasn’t fractured after all! I just tend to forget how very sensitive my skin is!
It’s three days later and the broken skin is healing, the redness is gone and the swelling is starting to finally subside.
But, you know what?
It was worth it.