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[oakenguy]

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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[that.livejournal.com]

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

[qlewkr.livejournal.com]

I got a good laugh out of this, That. And to think that Brian makes fun of ME for saying Dang Nabbit all the time. At least that's from the 20th century! ;)

Of course, Brian is totally healed from our little trampoline escapade, but my back is still hurting, one week later. He was lucky because he got vertigo right away and wasn't able to bounce more than 5 minutes at a time. I, on the other, hand LOVED the sensations and I was trying to bounce higher and higher and jump from one trampoline to the next...right up until the moment I landed badly and did something unhappy to the middle of my back. I think I'm going to end up in PT soon.