Last weekend Kamel and I went to a birthday party at San Francisco’s House of Air. All week Kamel had been calling it by different names, because he is scattered about things like that.
“The House of Pain”
“Air.” I would say.
“The House of jump”
“The Land of Trampolines.”
It turns out that trampolines are a lot like monkey bars. Have you tried monkey bars as an adult? As a child I could swing across them, skipping two at a time, the only thing that was a little uncomfortable were the calluses on my hands afterward (that I would pick off later, leaving little pinch marks on my palms). As an adult, though, monkey bars are impossible. Your feet drag or nearly drag on the ground, your body becomes a sack of bricks, and it’s a lot like doing a pull up… something I am completely incapable of doing.
We paid for an hour inside the park. Before we showed up I made a comment that we should have paid for 3 (THREE!) hours. Once seemed too little! Well… within the first five minutes (literally, because we started watching the clock to see how much time we still had) my abs were sore, I was out of breath and I realized this was not going to be easy.
In 30 minutes I was a pink, sweaty mess. We ended up having to take breaks from being in the trampoline zone, sitting on a bench, and watching little 7-9 year old ballerinas doing splits and flips in the air. Wow. We are old… as we huff and puff and sweat.
And then the next day, and the day after that – it really was the House of Pain, as we waddled around our apartment and moaned and groaned about the parts of our bodies we were shocked that were sore. “Can you believe? I mean… my god! I didn’t even think I was using that muscle!”
But holy crap it was FUN. Like really, goofy, little kid on the playground FUN. And yes, it was a workout, but when I look at these photos I get excited about going back again. Plus! They have workout classes for 15 bucks a pop, and I totally want to go! Or just schedule another hour play date. Now, I want to take everyone I know here, and we can all whine and sweat and huff and puff and jump like crazies together. Because being a kid and having a break from laundry and work and the world news – is worth the core muscle aches.