Yearly Archives: 2015

Trampoline

Emerald needs to get fit and she found the cutest little trampoline for indoor home use. Yes, she could go to the gym and work out strenuously in front of others, but no, she will not go that route. She will enjoy her new purchase as she wishes in the privacy of her bedroom while watching her favorite animation. Her action device is white with a red trim. She has painted black stars on the surface. They are a kind of inspiration and motto for her workout experience. And it is by no means ordinary.

Do the small trampolines work as well as the big ones you ask? Why yes, of course. If you can keep yourself in one position and not flop around and fall off, you are sure to benefit from the smaller space used. That is all most of us have anyway. You can elect to go outside by the pool or stay under shelter on the patio, but most homes and apartments have someplace one can stash this bouncing wonder. Worst case scenario is to stash it in a closet and use it in the hall.

I got the best trampoline that I could afford because it seemed like fun at the time and that turned out to be very true. You can get hypnotized going up and down, up and down, seemingly forever. It works the muscles but good. Your legs get the most benefit, but you can get your arms into the action as well. It builds strength, stamina, and muscle tone: just what the doctor ordered! I could have purchased some weights—boring. I could have bought some elastic bands and straps—boring. I could have gone for big plastic balls—cute but boring. I want to move like my favorite flexible anime heroes, to be in their zone, partake of their bounding spirits. And so I bought the trampoline for beneficial bouncing.

I love this simple thing. Just a piece of stretch canvas and a metal rim wrapped in cloth. My dog watches dutifully as it pop up and down before his eager eyes. He moves his crazy little head as I rise and fall in rhythm. It makes me laugh so hard that I almost fall off the springing mat. I can’t say that this is for everyone, but it is definitely for me. I am getting to the point of doing it twice a day: when I get up, and after dinner. Wow! I am going to be fit as a fiddle and thin as a rail to use some worn out old terms. But they work.

I am maybe overdoing it a bit, but at first it’s like that with new things. Who knew getting in shape could be such fun. I thought exercise was regimented and rote. With the trampoline you feel that you could reach the skies. There is such freedom and joy about it. It releases your inner energy and boosts your spirit. I think it might spark creativity as well while it rattles the brain into new modes of thinking. Trust me. This is a very good thing!

Cold Shock

One night, I came home late, dead tired. I had been out all day and was exhausted. I also felt a bit grubby and yearned for a nice hot shower to rinse off the dregs of the day. This was my one ritual that I could count on, on demand. I was thinking about it all the way home in the car. By the time I got there I was practically in a frenzy to get started. I ran into the bathroom to get undressed and pull out a towel and terry robe. In seconds I would be under the faucet.

I didn’t linger, although I had plenty of time. I would soon be in bed watching a last cartoon for the evening to help me glide into a deep sleep. It’s interesting how your body has a memory of something good, like a hot shower, so much so that you can practically feel it. Ah, the warmth deep into your bones.

I turned the hot knob first, knowing that it takes a little time. Then the cold one. I waited and waited a bit more. Uh oh, something was wrong. The cold stayed cold and the hot never materialized. I was in cold shock. Ugh. I couldn’t believe I was taking a dreaded cold shower. The spray felt like icy pins on my skin. My blood was going into deep freeze mode. I wanted to get sleepy: it was late. I did not need re-invigoration or revitalization. In essence, I was hopping mad.

I felt like Gohan provoked. Normally I, like him, am reticent enough, but when I am riled, I spew fire. And I don’t even need Z fighters. Like Gohan, I too am shy, studious and border on the intellectual. But we both have our emotional reserves which we can tap when angry. I was out of control mentally and wanted to burst from the bathroom and take on the hot water foe. Was it the hot water heater this time gone rebellious? It had done it before, even though my landlord had told me that she had put the best water heater in this apartment. Last time it played up, it had been duly reprimanded by me and the plumber alike and this time I wanted revenge even more.

I had to forego the hot shower but was still soaking wet. It took a few heavy blankets to undo the chill. I got to sleep late and woke up tired the next morning. Top on my list was the repairman. He said he would come later in the day, so my afternoon was ruined—all for a stupid tankless faceless unit. I wanted to paint an enemy face on the front of it so I could kick it a few times to feel better.

The plumber had an emergency and didn’t show until the next day. Alas, another cold shower. This was not something I wanted to get used to. I hate being at the mercy of electrical equipment. When the computer goes down I get livid. Imagine, I was so hot seething with frustration and yet I wanted more heat! I did get my wish that night, however, and calmed down enough to get back to a normal evening routine. Let me tell you, a good hot shower is worth its weight in gold!