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Tonight was a summer-apartment-dwellers event. IT WAS GYMNASTICS. ROYGBIV GYMNASTICS. EEEEEEE.
It was a place called Let It Shine south of Nashville. It was *just* our group of maybe 20. Balance beams! Rings! Pommel horses! Climbing ropes! DODGEBALL! ZIPLINE! ROPE SWINGS INTO FOAM PITS! TRAMPOLINES! TRAMPOLINES! TRAAAAMPOOOLIIIIINESSSS!!!!
Not just your wimpy standard backyard trampolines! COMPETITIVE-LEVEL TRAMPOLINES. I have a new respect for the gymnasts I'll see at the Olympics next month because ROYGBIV it's high. And I know I was never more than 4 or 5 feet off the ground. Our supervisor/coach said that in competitions, they'll go over 15. AND THEY ARE SO BOUNCY I HAVE NEVER BOUNCED ON SUCH BOUNCINESS BEFORE.
There was dodgeball for fun (I actually hit someone!) and these pits of undetermined depth filled with foam blocks (about 6x6) that swallowed you when you jumped in (if you went to the one with a ground-level TRAMPOLINE) or fell in (if you used the one with a rope. Very related: ropes hate me. I have no upper-body strength. I tried SIX TIMES and never made it from the block where you grabbed the rope into the actual pit five feet away without falling off. My fingertips are rope-burned.
And there was one of those giant floors where they do the floor routines. THEY ARE SO SPRINGY. Not quite trampolines, but the height gymnasts can get on their floor routines makes sense now.
Dudes, I hate gyms. But give me a facility like this and I will work out religiously. It is so much more interesting.
AND ALSO THERE WERE TRAMPOLINES DID I MENTION THAT? BECAUSE THERE WERE TRAMPOLINES AND THEY WERE THE MOST AWESOME OF AWESOMESAUCES.
My stupid rope-hating fingertips are going to kill me in the morning. My legs are jelly, I'm covered in sweat, my thigh will be bruised from plunging between trampoline springs, and I probably won't be able to move in the morning. BEST NIGHT EVER.
It was a place called Let It Shine south of Nashville. It was *just* our group of maybe 20. Balance beams! Rings! Pommel horses! Climbing ropes! DODGEBALL! ZIPLINE! ROPE SWINGS INTO FOAM PITS! TRAMPOLINES! TRAMPOLINES! TRAAAAMPOOOLIIIIINESSSS!!!!
Not just your wimpy standard backyard trampolines! COMPETITIVE-LEVEL TRAMPOLINES. I have a new respect for the gymnasts I'll see at the Olympics next month because ROYGBIV it's high. And I know I was never more than 4 or 5 feet off the ground. Our supervisor/coach said that in competitions, they'll go over 15. AND THEY ARE SO BOUNCY I HAVE NEVER BOUNCED ON SUCH BOUNCINESS BEFORE.
There was dodgeball for fun (I actually hit someone!) and these pits of undetermined depth filled with foam blocks (about 6x6) that swallowed you when you jumped in (if you went to the one with a ground-level TRAMPOLINE) or fell in (if you used the one with a rope. Very related: ropes hate me. I have no upper-body strength. I tried SIX TIMES and never made it from the block where you grabbed the rope into the actual pit five feet away without falling off. My fingertips are rope-burned.
And there was one of those giant floors where they do the floor routines. THEY ARE SO SPRINGY. Not quite trampolines, but the height gymnasts can get on their floor routines makes sense now.
Dudes, I hate gyms. But give me a facility like this and I will work out religiously. It is so much more interesting.
AND ALSO THERE WERE TRAMPOLINES DID I MENTION THAT? BECAUSE THERE WERE TRAMPOLINES AND THEY WERE THE MOST AWESOME OF AWESOMESAUCES.
My stupid rope-hating fingertips are going to kill me in the morning. My legs are jelly, I'm covered in sweat, my thigh will be bruised from plunging between trampoline springs, and I probably won't be able to move in the morning. BEST NIGHT EVER.