I thought I’d be at the Please Touch Museum in Philadelphia with my family today. Instead I’m here:
I took Isabelle to Sky Zone, an indoor trampoline park, yesterday. She’s been there before, but this time I decided I’d join her for a half hour of jumping. Besides, if I jumped with her in the morning, I’d have the afternoon free for working on my book. Perfect!
Isabelle and I held hands as we walked to the main court jumping area. We found trampolines side-by-side and started jumping. A smile spread across her face as we jumped high up in the air together. A minute or two passed and I was feeling pretty comfortable with jumping up and down so I decided to try out some basic trampoline tricks from my gymnastics days (which were 30 years ago!). I tucked my legs as I jumped into the air. I did some mid-air splits. I even sat down in an L-shape and then got back up. I impressed myself and made my four year-old laugh with delight.
I was dripping with sweat and exhausted at the end of the half-hour, . My mom, who watched the two of us from the sidelines, remarked on how great I was. I felt pretty great, albeit tired. And besides, Isabelle and I didn’t squabble about anything for an entire half-hour. When I told her it was time to go, she left willingly. It was like parenting magic.
By the time I drove the three of us home and unloaded Isabelle from the car, I was feeling achy. “I’m going to eat lunch and take a bath in Epson salt,” I announced to my husband. I soaked for almost a half hour, but was still sore. So I laid down in bed (so much for the work I wanted to do!). He brought me Aleve. Nothing seemed to help. Pain was searing from my hips to my knees and down to my feet.
I iced myself last night and then I’ve had ice on-and-off of my body today. While my hip feels better, my knee is incredibly sore. I feel like an 87 year-old woman!
My father says I should’ve known. After all, I have neck, back, and shoulder issues, I should’ve known better than to jump on a trampoline. I tried to explain that nothing hurt while I was jumping, but he still thinks it was a bad idea. And I guess he was right since I’m paying for it today.
I’ve come to believe this: Nothing will make you feel younger than jumping on a trampoline next to your four year-old. But I’ve also learned that nothing will make you feel older than the after effects of jumping on a trampoline next to your preschool-age child!