As mentioned in a previous blog, I’ve received my new adult pogo stick, helmet, bicycle pump, and ankle braces. I’ve taken everything out of their boxes. My daughter told me last week that I bought a pogo stick for her when she was a child, and while I’d like to believe that I remember everything accurately, I didn’t remember that.
When my pogo stick popped out of the cardboard box, there was a page of instructions attached proclaiming in large bold letters: READ ME! That seemed like a good idea but . . . well, I was indisposed on Sunday and didn’t get around to “reading me” until Monday afternoon – that is now. The first instruction is:
“We highly HIGHLY recommend giving this Pogo 101 tutorial a watch. It’ll take 5 minutes of time but save you tons of frustration when learning.”
I confess that I hate to read instructions. I believe that the operation of anything should be intuitive and that I’m smart enough to figure it out without reading the instructions. Heck, as I remember, I learned to ride a bicycle pretty quickly with no instructions other than my father’s plaintive, “Balance!” Also, I don’t particularly like to watch short videos unless they’re funny. Sprite showed me a video this morning of a dog doing yoga. The dog was better than I am at yoga, and the video was funny.
The good news is that I haven’t harmed myself yet on my pogo stick. The bad news is I haven’t yet tried it. Perhaps my conscious mind has been saying, “go for it,” and my unconscious is saying, “no – this could be dangerous.” Thanks Freud. The trouble with my unconscious is that the only way I can guess what messages it is sending to me is to watch what I actually do. Kind of like politicians – you have to watch what they actually do (not what they say) to find out what their unconscious mind is really thinking.
Well, I am going to bounce on my pogo stick. This coming week. I promise. I’ve even picked out a slab of concrete in front of my house for the experiment. I hope the tutorial doesn’t insist that I go to the park. Exercise belongs at home, where you don’t have to drive and can take a quick shower and nap afterward.
In the immortal words of The Fifth Dimension, – words I think I first read in Superman comics (or was it Captain Marvel), “Up, up and away!”
In case you’re worried, although my new pogo stick can bounce more than ten feet high, I asked the manufacturer to make sure mine bounces to only four or five feet. I’m sure that will be more than enough.
I’ll confess, I’m reminded of how I felt in grade school when I was instructed to take a turn at the high jump. I would run up to the bar, and stop. Repeatedly.
But the run up is over. Next week you’ll see a photo of me on a pogo stick with a bounce in my step.
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