I’m starting a movement
Today is my own personal Second Annual Firth of March laze-about. Jammies, the full BBC Pride and Prejudice, and stitching. A perfect Sunday if you ask me. I suggest everyone follow suit. Let’s start a hash tag together, friends. #MarchFirth
Yeah, so it’s winter
My Cranky Yankee status might be revoked if I don’t mention the winter we’ve had. Yes, yes, we’ve had a storm just about every week. It’s been impressive. It’s been cold. But as long as I’m not clearing my car or driving in it, I don’t mind it. It’s winter, after all. And I like to hibernate. And I’ve been lucky to work at home from time to time, which means I don’t have to take part in the Parking Hunger Games that happens in the mill parking lot after each storm. It’s enough to make me second guess signing the new lease. But sign I will, because, shit, who the hell can pack and move in this weather?
And as bad as it’s been in New Hampshire, my hat goes off to Boston and the surrounding area. A native North Shore girl, I was impressed with what I saw when I went to visit friends in Salem. It was unreal.
Articles have been written, and pictures shared, of the dire situation in Boston. And following those articles are some pretty mean-spirited comments from folks who live in snowier places. I stand on my soap box only to say that in places used to getting such an amount of snow, and likely built in a grid formation, it must seem silly that so much focus has been placed on Boston. But for 400-year-old cities and towns that are a pain to drive through on a clear August evening, seven feet of snow is nothing to scoff at. And with that, I step down.
So I work and rest and craft and pop vitamin D pills. The only downside is that all this time spent in jammies while the snow piles up doesn’t afford much opportunity for adventure. But it does afford for weird impulse purchases.
Bouncing around the room
Being that it won’t stop snowing, and with the stress of huge projects at work, I’m swiftly on my way to becoming the heroine of those articles you read about people who die because they don’t move enough. I’m held hostage at my desk during the day and I sink into the couch at night to process what just happened during the previous 9 or more hours. It hasn’t been pretty. So when an article recently passed by on facebook about “rebounding,” I was intrigued.
Turns out, rebounding is not just for those scorned in love. There are health benefits to bouncing on a mini trampoline. According to the article, here are several reasons to bounce:
- Zero-impact exercise that won’t stress your joints
- Strengthens abdominal muscles
- Enhances digestion and elimination (pooping is essential to good health!)
- Helps burn calories
- Helps decrease your resting heart rate
- Circulates oxygen to tissues and muscles in the body
- Helps promote relaxation
- Improves quality of sleep
- Increases blood flow in the veins of your circulatory system
- Normalizes your blood pressure
- May help combat depression
- Stimulates your metabolism
- Promotes muscle tone
- Increases the production of red blood cells.
- Lowers elevated cholesterol and triglyceride levels
Sign me up, Amazon Prime! My rebounder came in the world’s largest box with the word REBOUNDER across it in huge letters, so my neighbors could all snicker at it as they passed by. No matter. I was up and hopping around in no time. So far, I can vouch for #3 on the above list.
Summed up in another article, rebounding has the following benefits:
• 20 minutes of rebounding = 1 hour of running for cardiovascular workout
• Easy on the bones and joints (when using a therapeutic rebounder)
• Rebounding strengthens the heart muscle
• Profound body detoxification is possible
See? Profound body detoxification. That’s code for #3 above.
The cats are terrified of the mini trampoline. Finn skulks around it and cries when I’m on it.
It’s not easy to profoundly detox when the little guy is tugging at my leg. And his tiny cry slays me.
Then there’s the guy on the unicycle
While I start up this new, work-inspired piece,
and dream about my upcoming vacation in the Carolinas,
I continue to count my blessings, such as on the night when I decided to look out the window and saw this happening…
A guy in a tshirt practicing the unicycle in the snow. If ever there was a god, the fact that I decided to look out the window at that very moment may prove He/She exists.