Stop Bouncing Up and Down, Will You?

I am writing this post from atop one of those bouncy exercise yoga ball thingies. And I gotta tell you, typing is a TRICK when you’re bouncing on these things.

As part of our new exercise plans, BDH picked up new walking shoes and one of these exercise balls. We both have bad knees so it’s a good tool for strengthening them, since walking really hurts sometimes. And since I do yoga, I might be able to get some use out of this in a yoga workout, too.

But rignt now? The bouncing is kinda fun. It’s hypnotic, man. Updownupdownupdown…

I must admit that I am impressed. I am only bouncing a very little bit, but I can feel the work in my knees. And my legs are feeling it a bit too. And my back, where I have a chronic sports injury, is not too happy about the sudden need to exercise, either.

And let’s not even talk about how this giant ball terrorizes the cats. Well, except for Opus. She’s actually the reason I am sitting on the ball. Little chair-stealing bastard stole my desk chair. I’m going to pretend that she did it to force me to exercise, and that she only has my best interests at heart.

Yeah right.

So all in all, it’s been a good investment.

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