Monday, March 1, 2010


Three minutes.

That's the amount of time it took for urban rebounding to OWN my ass. Literally. Let's start from the beginning.. I walked into the class, set up my mini trampoline, stepped on and immediately tripped and fell. As fast as I went down, I was right back up, looking around to survey just how badly I had embarrassed myself this time. Apparently I'd accrued some good karma because no one to noticed me. I spent the next 45 minutes alternating between holding on for dear life and waiting for some chick with a side ponytail and a spandex thong leotard to walk across the room. Few things have made me feel as uncoordinated and spazz-tastic as urban rebounding.

I'm amazed at how good I'm getting at succinctly explaining my day-to-day embarrassment. I don't know if I should be proud at my skills or sad because it means that I really do lose my dignity on a daily basis.

Basically, instead of looking like this:
I looked more like this:

Urban rebounding fail. I'm hoping that tomorrow's bosu challenge is slightly less demoralizing.

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