I’ve heard it said that “life is what happens while you’re making plans.”

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.

Alan

On my first trip on an airplane in the New Year I read an article about unusual workouts.  One man said that he uses a pogo stick for two to five minutes five times a day.

I remember pogo sticks from when I was a kid.  They were spring loaded and I could bounce about one foot high.  I had good balance and don’t remember ever hurting myself, but I never owned one so using a pogo stick was an infrequent treat.

You can imagine my surprise to read about the current state of the art.  Adult pogo sticks now operate with air pressure rather than a spring. One model was used to set the world record by bouncing to a height of more than eleven feet.  Yes, you can jump that high and hit your head on an overhanging branch if you’re not careful.  Or you could hit the ground pretty hard on your way down, if you’re not careful.

I am not a hard core exerciser, especially since my personal trainer of more than fifteen years moved to another state more than a year ago.  My exercise routine consists of weight training and a little yoga when I get around to it.  This morning was the first time I actually exercised in more than a month.

What the heck.  Aside from representing a return to the relatively carefree days of my youth, a pogo stick seems like a lot more fun than lifting weights or, say, using an elliptical machine for forty five minutes.

And so, I’ve ordered an adult pogo stick.  It should arrive this week.

Don’t worry.  I have also ordered a safety helmet and two ankle braces, and I do not intend to bounce more than one foot high.  Well, maybe a foot and a half high, unless I go berserk (rare, but not unknown in my life).

I’ll report back to you in a few weeks – hopefully not from a hospital bed.  By then I intend to be aerobically fit, with improved strength, and be even better looking than I am today.

I already thought of a slogan for the pogo stick company – “Put a bounce into your steps.”  No charge for that one.

Please note, this is not a New Year’s resolution.  It’s already too late for that.  But I do remember the notable quote from the Pogo comic strip (no known relationship to pogo sticks) of my youth – “We have met the enemy and he is us.”  This does not, of course, apply to you or me.

Have a great year.

Bouncy, bouncy, bouncy.

Alan