Trampoline
Here’s the thing: I deliberately refuse to grow up. It’s unnecessary trouble. Instead, I’d rather remain naive and (hopefully, in other people’s eyes too) funny. Curious. Experimental.
For a while now, the idea had been circling in my head: since I’ve become this active lately, I should try jumping. The mini trampoline — or rebounder, however you call it.
I started attending jumping classes with Beáta Majercsík in Esztergom. I liked it, although I felt quite clumsy at first. I wholeheartedly recommend her to anyone who wants a properly sweaty jumping session finished with professional stretching.
And in the end, I decided I needed one too. Not for training. Just because. For stress relief. Simply just for fun.
In true grown-up fashion, I spent a surprisingly long time choosing the right one. European-made, good quality, adjustable. That’s how I ended up with the Trimilin Vario trampoline. It has adjustable firmness and foldable legs. It arrived on Friday. After a few attempts, I set it to medium resistance.
So if I don’t pick up the phone or reply to messages, I’m probably on the trampoline. Not working out. Just bouncing. Fast. Up. Down. Slow. Grinning. In rhythm — or in a slightly “Pom Pom” way, like sitting on a long, lovely branch, up we go, down we go, gently rocked by the breeze…