oakenguy | (no subject)

So Saturday I went to my friend Jim's birthday party, which was at an indoor trampoline bounce-a-rama place. And there was much bouncing, 2/3 of it controlled and 1/3 of it of the "oh gracious, I did not mean to go here, no no I did not mean to go here at all" sort, and after the bouncing was over we had pizza and cake and it was a good celebration, hooray.

On Sunday I woke up and didn't feel bad at all after the previous day's unusual activity. And I felt a bit smug, as this was proof that I was a studly stud of studliness.

Today.....oh. Oh, today. Picture if you will a super-fun-ball placed inside an inflated balloon. Put the balloon in a little bit of motion, and watch as the ball inside makes with the wacky and bounces all over. That's what was happening with my internal organs on Saturday, based on the messages I'm getting from my muscles today. Owwie.

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When I was a child I desperately wanted to jump on a trampoline, but I never encountered one on which to jump. Now that I'm old, I think just a few jumps would crack my bad spine. A dream, lost...

Hee! I mean, not that you're in pain, but that you made it to the trampoline place. Sarah went a few weeks (months?) ago and...yeah. Her pain skipped a day too.

When you say things like, Oh, gracious? You might be a bit too old for the bounce-a-rama.

I want to know where the bounce-a-rama place is; that sounds awesome!

Hope the owwie was worth it!